First, it was all like this, in the Inner Richmond:
But now it’s like this:
Most of the cars parked in this area just south of Market Street had handicapped placards.
Here’s three in a row, the most my wide angle lens would let me take in. This is typical:
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The fact is that most of the people who use handicapped placards to park in San Francisco are abusing the system.
(Check it, my first pro-SFMTA post.)
This cute pup was guarding an Acura parked on 10th Street while its owner visited our SoMA Costco (I assume, I mean, why else would anybody park down there?)
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Problem? The disabled placard hanging from the rear-view has expired. See?
So guess who was waiting for this car’s owner to show up – it was DPT’s Disabled Placard Street Team with their bright blue shoulder patches.
Les mise-en-scene avec Etat de Jardin* license plates sur la Acura bleu:
This issue could end up costing the driver thousands of dollars, when all is said and done.** (I can’t say for sure because I don’t get paid by the City Family to stakeout cars, plus I had to split. Oh well.)
Now, WWSD? Like What Would KRON-TV’s Stanley Roberts Do if he came upon this scene? Oh yes, something like this.
But, you know, I might possibly be beefier than Stanley (I know I’m taller than he but I could actually outweigh him) and, you know, I wouldn’t want to get into an another Elmo situation.
Bon courage, Acura pooch. Your owner will need all the love she can get today.
*Garden State – it’s a Jersey Thing.***
**The funny thing is that Costco has plenty of free parking. And honestly, I don’t think the good people of Costco would care all that much if you parked in their garage while shopping elsewhere. As stated, there’s nothing else going on ’round that area so it’s not like they’re on the lookout for renegade parkers.
***YouTube, you’re too funny. Oprah + Snooki = ???
You know, when you’re coming through San Francisco keeping busy applying makeup holding a cell phone eating a Pocky chocolate-coated breadstick with one hand and holding the remaining Pockies with the other, it pays to have another set of eyes keeping a lookout on the road ahead.
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Feel free to eat delicious Pocky treats whenever and wherever you wish – that whole sodium cyanide thing involving the Monster with 21 Faces sorted itself out more than a quarter century ago. (Wow, Wiki, you certainly are well-informed.)
The unlicensed commercial dog walkers of leash-free Bernal Heights appear to be overwhelmed at times. Perhaps each one should have an assistant – that would seem fair. Of course, there’s talk about requiring liability insurance and limiting the number pooches per businessperson, up in Marin.
How many pooches can you Spot? Click to expand, they won’t bite:
Were there any doggies inside this unattended pickup? At least one, anyway.
No matter how long it takes you to imbibe and eat in the Inner Sunset, you can always count on your dog to patiently wait for you. And only you.
What’s that you say? In San Francisco, we use the term “guardian” instead of “owner”? Well that’s right, sort of. Either word is kosher under the law, per Article 1, Section 41:
(m) “Guardian” shall have the same rights and responsibilities of an owner, and both terms shall be used interchangeably.
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So that’s fair enough.