There I was, biking down Bryant and minding my own business when BAM, there's some puppy dropping a fresh BM in the middle of the street.  Fearing death and a feces-covered downtube, I jumped up on the sidewalk the quickness, giving the dog plenty of space to do his thing.

The dog's owner, clearly embarrassed by his young pup's bowel control, started mumbling about finding a bag to clean the mess up, when his tallboy-wielding friend started yelling: “You don't need a bag!  It's not on the sidewalk!  The law says you don't have to have to pick up shit on the street!  Let's gooooo.” (It's not the law) The guy looked at his friend, looked at me, looked at his dog, shrugged and was on his way.

Now some poor Scion's wheel well is covered in shit.

(Side note #1: Did I really just fact-check some day-drunk dudes walking a puppy with impatient bowels?)

(Side note #2: What's up with Coors Light being all about the Giants?  Not that it's unprecedented for beer companies to be all about whatever team helps them sell beer, but doesn't Coors have their brand all over some other team?  Mixed messages!)