Not what you'd expect to be at your bus stop....

In Edinburgh you expect a couple of things at a bus stop:

* Hundreds of foreign children here for the summer to learn english - usually heading back to Pollock Halls or some such.
* Local Jakey getting fueled up on the cheapest of ciders
* Lost tourists rambling onto every bus trying to get to the Castle or Royal Mile.


What I wasn't expecting was someone's pants.