The reward of being lazy

So let's say that HYPOTHETICALLY, you roll out of bed one Saturday morning, take a shower and then discover that all of your jeans are in the laundry, except for the pair that you wore the day before. When you got ready for bed the night before, you took your clothes, under garmets and socks off in one swift motion. So Saturday morning, as you shimmy into the jeans, you dig the socks out of the pants, put on your boots and head out to pick up your child (who went to a sleepover the night before so you are meeting the other parents at the McDonalds). You begin to walk into McDonalds and realize that you forgot your purse so retrieve it from your car. As you are walking up the sidewalk for a second time, you happen upon a pair of underwear...that looks suspiciously like one of your pairs. Plum colored, mesh hipster panties to be exact....not the basic colored Hanes. And it dawns on you that you may have worn those panties the night before. You don't pause for too long because this is all going through your head very quickly. And you are faced with a dilemma: do you quickly and discreetly pick up said underpants and stuff them in your pocket (risking that perhaps they aren't yours after all, plus the fact that someone you know might see you picking up underwear off the sidewalk), or simply ignore them and pray to all things holy that no one saw purple panties falling out of your pant leg?

Hypothetically, I chose option two. And I always wondered how underpants or socks end up in the strangest places.