And The Streets Were Covered With Vomit...

While the Al Di La garbage debate rages on in (almost) S. Slope, FIPS reader Linda has been facing another challenge right here in N. Slope: recurring vomit (or something!) on 6th Ave and St. Marks.

Check it:

"On our way to the 2/3 train early each morning, my husband and I pass the newish and cutest little Cuban restaurant on the corner of 6th Avenue and St Marks Place.   Sadly for them and unfortunately for us, we have frequently maneuvered past a nasty, gelatinous, sludge-ridden puddle of what appears to be vomit on that very corner 2 to 3 times per month.  We've noticed this since moving to Park Slope in August (but who's counting?). 

At first, we were quite disgusted and prudish about the whole thing and slammed our ghettolicious neighborhood and it's mayhap bender-prone inhabitants (often). Then we began to take bets on whether we'd find our sludge on just Mondays only (no). Then we noticed different stain spots spreading across a 3 foot diameter (poor aim, but good for a drunk)  It could never be the poor restaurant's doing.  They're trying to attract customers!  Then (lightbulb!) we thought it might just be some asswipe who lives in the walk-up above the restaurant throwing his or her nasty-ass leftovers out the window rather than dealing with garbage.  What.  The.  Fuck?? Have we have no fucking life?!!  Is this what happens to educated people who move to Park Slope?  We OVER-FUCKING-THINK EVERYTHING!  Good God.  And then we write about it! It's VOMIT.  Step over it and move on. (Pssst....ssshhh...someone..anyone...have you noticed this?  What could it be?  Please.  Before I vomit)."

My guess: BEBE VOMIT! Or maybe a bullemic apartment dweller.