You ignore the urine mark on your pants. You decide you’ll try and figure out a way to launder your clothes at work.
As you start walking to the bus stop you hear the woman yell “Hey! Wait up! My dog peed on you! I’m so sorry!”
You ignore her. An early bus is already there, a few minutes early. You jump through the back door just as it’s beginning to close, catching your left pant leg with the wet urine on it. The door tears that wet part of your pant leg and a few centimeters above it and it gets sucked out the door onto the highway.

“Well that solved that problem I guess.” You said to yourself. You make it to the back of the bus and find an empty seat.

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