Moon shot

Sooooo. This is what I saw on my very last walk from downtown San Fran back to my apartment. A friend of mine had flown out to check out the city and ride back across the country with me the scenic route. We were on the way back to my apartment, was just turning the corner from Market Street onto 3rd when I spotted a man hunkered down with his shiny ass facing the street taking a big ol dump. And I mean BIG. He was not in any kind of a hurry either and cars and people were just a passin by, most oblivious. He might as well have been squatting down reading a newspaper. So we scramble for our cameras. (OF COURSE) He had already wiped by the time the cameras were ready. He very gently dropped the TP on top of his patty, pulled his britches up and took a right around the dumpster you see here. He then crossed the street and we passed him walking the opposite way. He didn't appear to be homeless, ,or schizo, or anything crazy looking. He wasn't trying to run away from the poo, just calmly walked off as if this is normal. And with a great big smile on my face, I said, "Well I guess I am ready to go now." I had been graced with the gift of seeing my last crazy thing on the streets of San Fran. My I miss those crazy people.