Rats are the new gerbil
When I got in the taxi, the driver warned me that he had a rat in the front seat. "Don’t worry– it’s in a cage," he said. "I’m taking it to visit its family and maybe get another one, so it doesn’t get lonely. They’re happier in pairs. And I wasn’t sure about bringing it along on the job, but then I was standing in line for football tickets, and got to the shift late, and by then I figured I’d just be driving for a few hours, and why not just bring the rat, rather than drive all the way back home to get it and then out to where the guy who breeds rats lives. It’s my kids’ rat. We always had rats growing up– people called us the rat family. And then I didn’t have any for a while, but now I have her."
It was cute, for a rat– white with black spots– kind of like a mouse. Only much bigger.
You cab afford taxis? Gee, you must be getting seniority…
Comment by Lab Lemming — October 10, 2006 @ 11:21 am