for the love of god. i just took the dog up to the park so he could do his business, and no, i did not clean up after him. i do a lot of the time, i guess it depends on if i remember to bring a plastic bag, and this time i forgot. it's not that i refuse, and i definately do if he poops in a place where somebody would potentially walk, but this time he pooped on the slope, and no one walks on the slope. so as he finishes up, we turn around and start walking back, i notice a car is stopped in the middle of the road, and a guys head pops out and screams "hey, how come you didn't pick up your dog's shit!?! you should know better than that you stupid bitch!" dear god, was he actually there waiting to see if i cleaned it up or not so he could yell at me? i was flabergasted. i didnt even have a good response so i laughed. i am beginning to wonder about people in san francisco. i keep finding myself amazed by people being uncourteous and downright rude. two weekends ago dave and i were at a bar waiting for three of our friends to show up, and when they did, i turned to ask the people sitting on the couch behind me if we could have the chair they were using as a beer table. they guys looks at me and actually says "we are using this chair as a table." he said this with a perfectly straight face. i could not believe my ears, he was going to sit there and watch my friends stand so that he could have a place to put his beer down. i was about ready to give him the what-for when someone came back with a third chair, so i let it go. and then last week i squeezed my car into the spot that blocks my own driveway and i was just barely touching the piece-of-shit ford in from of me. i come out a couple of hours later and find that there are eggs all over my windshield! i find it all very disheartening, and i may be in the wrong some of these times, but the reactions i am getting are angry and completely unwarranted. are the people rude in san francisco? i am beginning to think so.