I think it would have been awkward but most people would appreciate being alerted to the situation.

I slipped and fell on an icy slope and dinged myself in the forehead with a clipboard. I got up, collected my stuff, and went about the rest of my day without thinking anything of it.

At the end of the day, I looked in the car's rearview mirror and saw that I had a nice trail of dried blood down my forehead and onto the bridge of my nose.

I have no idea how many people I talked to that afternoon, none of whom said a thing about the blood. Did they think I'd just gotten out of one fight and was looking for another, or what? It would have been nice if someone had told me about it!

I'd have to say something and I'd be embarrassed doing so. Like I think you sat on something, check your pants.

So you assume he shat himself and didn't even know it?

Not likely, he likely did know it, so then, what else to do but retreat to the car and perhaps home to clean up?

I would say something and I think most folks would appreciate being told.

Several years ago I had a chipotle burrito for lunch. A few hours later I went to the bathroom and noticed I had a huge piece of black bean stuck between my front teeth. I talked to several people after lunch and no one said anything. I was Pissed.

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I slipped and fell on an icy slope and dinged myself in the forehead with a clipboard. I got up, collected my stuff, and went about the rest of my day without thinking anything of it.

At the end of the day, I looked in the car's rearview mirror and saw that I had a nice trail of dried blood down my forehead and onto the bridge of my nose.

I have no idea how many people I talked to that afternoon, none of whom said a thing about the blood. Did they think I'd just gotten out of one fight and was looking for another, or what? It would have been nice if someone had told me about it!

Or...when you get the opportunity to add a CUT, maybe RAMBO would be appropriate!!

I'm in the crowd that would say something. Maybe just a casual, "You've got something on your pants." I'd be much less embarrassed to hear that from a stranger than a coworker.

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I have no idea how many people I talked to that afternoon, none of whom said a thing about the blood. Did they think I'd just gotten out of one fight and was looking for another, or what? It would have been nice if someone had told me about it!

Several winters back, I evidently got a fairly epic nosebleed on the way home from work. The air was dry, it was dark, I was on the interstate, and I thought my nose was running. I pulled a napkin out of the center console and wiped it. My wife needed me to stop and pick up some key ingredients for dinner on the way home and I was in a hurry and not generally in the habit of checking myself in the mirror, so I stopped in the grocery store, then got in my car and came home. I was greeted by a horrified look and a “what happened to you!?!” I responded “what do you mean?” I was instructed to go look in the mirror and when I did, I saw I had smeared a big swipe of blood across one cheek and my mustache and beard were caked with it in spots. I looked like someone had punched me in the nose. I walked all through Safeway like that and marveled at how everyone got out of my way, not realizing I was looking like Tyler Durden.

That said, there wouldn’t have been much I could have done about it at the time, and since I tend to mind my own business, if I saw that some stranger had shit their pants in public, well... I’ve watched people shit on the sidewalk in public and decided that was someone else’s problem also.

Definitely would have told him if I had a chance. How ever if I had to sprint twenty yards up to him before he left in a vehicle making him think he was being robbed, he’s on his own.

If you knew him I believe it would be considerate to mention he might have sat on something without sharing your opinion as to what. Otherwise I would say nothing.

I would have kept it simple not knowing what it may have been on his pants.
I would have discreetly said "sir you might have sat in some wet paint you might want to check your pants" and left it at that.

My wife does this all the time to me. Usually at a point where I can't do anything about it. If I can't fix it, I'd rather just be left alone.