Awww, I long to live in the world of charming naïveté that whoever is behind this billboard inhabits, believing that the poop in the neighborhood of Powell and Market is dog poop. I try to will myself into pretending that every time I walk down Market, as a matter of fact. It never works.
Incidentally, if you didn’t catch this recent SF Weekly piece on our public bathrooms problem, it’s worth reading.
Tourists enjoying a sunny day on the Powell St. cable car line