After my run in the morning, I often stop at my friend’s gourmet store, just opening up.
I do it for the company and the cup of coffee I leave with.
Sometimes Tony will ask me to help, like today when he asked if I’d go to the basement to get a bag of coffee filters.
I decide, since I’m down there, to use the bathroom,
When I open the door, a middle-sized rat is sitting in the sink as if he were poolside in Palm Beach. All he needed was a Speedo.
I’m pretty sure my heart stopped since I froze, before backing up slamming the door.
I turn to the kid at the sink, washing lettuce. “Do you know there’s a rat in the bathroom?”
He says, unfazed, “You mean Pedro?”
Did he think I said cat? “RAT…A RAT.” He shrugs, caressing his romaine like a girlfriend.
I run upstairs, falling, skinning my shin now wishing I hadn’t worn shorts.
Speechless, I can’t get the words out when Tony asks, ‘Where are the filters?”
He and Harry, the produce man, stare at me awaiting an answer as I shoot for the front door.
Greg, who’s hosing down the front sidewalk, says…”Hey Susannah, what gives?”
He sees my face,
“You didn’t go into the bathroom did ya?”
I run home not stopping till I’m at my front door.
A day or so later, after regaining myself, learned, Pedro, unbeknownst to Tony, was adopted as a baby, fed well, salami being his favorite fare. I suggested it just might be time he was taken to the Park since, a sink is just so big.
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