Today, intrepid Washington City Paper reporter Jason Cherkis did something that WaPo never could: He wrote about puke:

But this past Saturday, in the late afternoon, one man took vomiting to a new level. He walked up Columbia Road NW and then hit the crosswalk at Euclid Street. Midway into the crosswalk, the man turned and vomit launched pink and red chunks on the street [think strawberry-rhubarb pie]. The spewing was quick, maybe lasting two seconds. The man did not appear to be in pain. He then walked on like it was nothing. In my recollection, the man didn’t even stop walking, he just vomited in stride out in the open on a sunny afternoon.

As I stood there in the crosswalk shocked and horrified, the man just continued up the street, clutching a plastic bag filled with beer cans.

That’s what we call a puke scoop!

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