Not the Ending I was Expecting

Short one today:

I'm walking south on Second between Blanchard and Lenora, west sidewalk, just leaving a friend's house. Here are two figures on the sidewalk: the first, a woman of indeterminate middle age, in a scraggly ponytail, sweatshirt and tights, walking briskly. 

Approaching her is a male of comparable age, slouched over, intoxicated, dressed in sagging dark layers, getting closer to her, noticing her…. 
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As they near each other the woman, without breaking stride, sharply barks out: "HEY! PULL YOUR PANTS UP!"

The man thinks on it for a second before sheepishly replying, "okay."

​He hoists them up as ordered.