Mysterious trousers

On my way in to Gloversville yesterday morning, I passed a pair of pants. They were laid out on the trail rather conspicuously, as if waiting for their owner to come along and put them back on at a quarter to six in the morning.

Even stranger, when I passed the same spot on my way home in the afternoon, the pants had vanished. So, one would conclude, either the original wearer of the pants returned to claim them (after what sort of pre-dawn pantsless adventure, I can't imagine), or some other person wandered upon the scene and thought to himself or herself, "Hey! Free pants!"

Either possibility boggles the mind.