I can't believe I forgot to mention this. When I left the restaurant on Friday night I had a bit of a rat encounter. A rat momentarily blocked my access to the subway entrance. I started walking down the stairs to get into the station and was stopped by the sight of a standard subway rat just hanging out two steps below me. The stairwell is pretty narrow, so I didn't know what to do. I didn't dare pass the thing. I would surely scare the rat by running past it, but there was no way to be certain that it would choose flight over fight. Thankfully, I spotted an empty water bottle nearby and kicked it at the rat. It scurried down the stairs and out of sight.
While on the platform waiting for the train, I was able to count at least 15 distinctly different rats at one time. At 2:30am you are bound to see more rat activity because there are less people around and the trains run less frequently, but this was still ridiculous. I was waiting near the end of the platform where the front of the train would end up, and most of the late night party-goers were waiting around the middle of the platform. At one point some guy walked over to my end in an attempt to find a save place to pee. Even needing to pee was beat out by the rats. I warned him of the rats, he kicked some bins to scare them away and then gave up and went back. I am sure you are wondering if there was a grossly deformed and bitter rat amongst the rat mass. Why, yes there was! One particularly large rat had some crazy tumors on its body, moved slowly and loudly tried to attack every rat that came in its vicinity. At least I wasn't bored while I waited for my train.
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the same thing happened to me last friday at the 34th F stop. I threw a can at my rat and he scurried. Then I made haste to the more crowded middle of the platform so at least if the rats came my way I could sic a weaker commuter on them.
And so ends your opportunity to be the next Willard.
Your deformed rat reminded me of my best friend at work, Sick Pidge. Sick Pidge is a wildly unhealthy spooky ole pigeon that lives between the dumpster and the dirty linens at the back dock at work. I'm convinced she only comes out when I am around and that we "understand each other." I would also throw my pepper grinder at her is she ever got to close to me.
Jared just told me about your awesome blog! I smell book deal! Especially with this rat story.
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