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Best Story of the Week…December 10th
I run home not stopping till I’m at my front door.
This entry was posted in animals, Culture, food, humanity, humor, New York City, words, writing and tagged Doing service, friendship, gourmet food stores, The Health Department, Unusual pets. Bookmark the permalink.
I’d date myself if I called the kid a rat fink.
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He’d be one, ya fink, if he had a wisp when he talked?
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Good one!!
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NAH You’re still the champ.
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Champing at the bit! I love to bandy words with you.
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Yes, those bandy-aides of yours do the trick, keeping my mind in running order.
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Thanks for trotting that out.
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After all, you jogged my mind Anne, as usual.
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I’m watching you, GAL,LOPing off the miles.
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What’s your CHARGE, FOR THIS?
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Good one! There is no charge, because my battery is low.
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There’s nothing wrong with BATTing last. 🙂
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There is nothing wrong with batting last unless you STRIKE OUT.
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BALLS, to that. 🙂
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I’ll STRIKE that from the record.
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A rat in the sink would certainly make me scream and run, pet or not! If you ever dare to use the loo again, be sure to bring a piece of cheese, ha ha! If they go one vacation, maybe they’ll ask you to rat sit. Remember Topo Gigio on Ed Sullivan?
I once came home to a pig in the bathtub; my father’s idea.
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Of course I remember Top Gigio. My father’s favorite. And I won’t be going down to that basement, any time soon, I don’t care if there’s a bomb scare.
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Pedro, eh? That would definitely have stopped my heart, too! Dunno that I will ever understand the rat lovers of this world 😉
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In Mexico, they’re treated a lot better than here, I’m told. We do try to be open-minded, but…
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Right… Well, better there than here, I say 😉
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I had a mouse when I was a kid. Herman was his name, and my mother one day, put him out on the porch in the dead of winter, and, let’s just say, he didn’t fare too well. My grandfather and I held a funeral mass, and buried Herman in my mother’s rose garden, to get even. We then toasted him with wine in jelly glasses. Mine was kinda small since, I was only 6.
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I guess a mouse and a rat don’t get the same amount of love from you… 😉
Lovely that your grandfather helped you hold a mass. Very small glass, I hope 🙂
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Well, in my house, all bets were off, hence, the phrase, when you shake the family tree, all the alcoholics fall out.
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Could not have been fun at times.
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I had another recollection from when I was about 5. My father was a hunter, and one day I came upon a group of freshly slain rabbits on our porch, the same one Herman breathed his last on, thinking they were sleeping. My mother went off the rails when she found me there talking to them like friends. Memories…they soak your heart through and through, don’t they. sigh
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Oh man… That’s worse than my sisters baptizing my grandparents’ rabbits only to find them in their plates that very night… In a stew, of course. My youngest sister, when told it was chicken, said “Since when do chickens have four legs”? Taken aback, my grandmother wasn’t quick enough to say there were two chickens in the pot…
To be fair, they lived on a small farm and it was normal to raise their food…
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Oy. Stories. I remember in the film, Giant, when the kids’s pet turkey turns up as Thanksgiving dinner, and they all cry. And guess what his name was…Pedro.
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Haha! I don’t remember that one!
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It’s an in and out scene, but there’s Pedro roasted, in the center of the table. OY
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OY you say!!
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The best part is Elizabeth Taylor still managing to look so glamorous in jeans as a rancher’s wife.
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Pedro has the life, I don’t know if the outside world would be as good to him as your friend. Maybe what they do is move him into a studio apartment instead?
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Tony, the owner, is very myopic, so that’s how Pedro gets away with it. I did quietly mention the Health Department. They might have to come up with a new fine for Pedro living there. You gotta laugh, Mr. Imma.
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Myopic to the file . . . .
I like Tony’s laid back way of going about all this. In his mind, Pedro has the right of way and that’s that. There’s something to be said for breaking the rules when it means helping out the little people.
Okay, Pedro might not be “little”, but you get where I’m coming from.
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I’m not sure Tony knows about Pedro, but knowing him for 30 years, then again he probably does just having more important fish to fry, like salmon in his enlarged deli case. I remember when he almost stabbed that woman with a cleaver when she said, she hated pizza. That Godfather, Connie’s wedding, mentality. 🙂
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You don’t mess with the pizza shop. As Christopher from The Sopranos would most certainly attest.
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I forgot that he was a pizza connoisseur.
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Christopher believed you never disrespect the pizza shop. It’s church, with toppings included.
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Communion, with pepperoni.
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So what you’re saying is, don’t take genoa for an answer? Hold out for the pepperoni too? Deal.
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Is that what said? Well, okay. 🙂
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Haha!
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Now I want pizza. Damn you Marco!!!
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You say it like it’s a bad thing, 😉
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A girl has her figure to consider.
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I forget sometimes.
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Unless of course, you’re into fat girls, rather than thin. ho hum.
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I can’t say I ever had a ‘type’.
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You have more character then choosing happily from the whole buffet. We like that about you.
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You’re a pretty face and so much more than that, SB. So much more.
Thank you.
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That’s an sweet thing to say. You and Midget are the best sweet talkers. A true chivalrous trait. Now there’s a word for the file.
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King is Cali smooth. I’m more dorky charm, which ain’t shabby, mind you. In fact, dorky became cool somewhere along the line . . so there’s that. 🙂
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There you go, underestimating yourself again. Dorky does not make the file.
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No, dorky couldn’t make the file. It’s dorky after all, 😉
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Well put…:)
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😁
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Yeah, there are certain things. Snakes are one. Rats are another. Just no.
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NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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If they had said his name was Ben, I would join you in the sprint for home. Fun story, Susannah.
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Now it is, but i must tell you, I did run out of there.
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I got this funny vision of the rat in the sink with a towel around it’s head having a soak.
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With cucumbers on his eyes, which in a fruit and vegetable store, would no doubt be handy. 🙂
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And a pot of herbal tea.
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Sounds as if you’ve been to a spa. 🙂
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I have.
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You’re tipping your flip flops then.
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Living on the Gulf (Prior to moving to Austin) I wore nothing but flip flops and usually bare feet. My days at a spa were back when I lived in Sonoma CA. The Sonoma Mission Inn was the go to spa. Beautiful place. Left Sonoma in 2001.
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You’ve had more lives than a cat, John. 🙂
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I certainly have. It has been an amazing run. 😊
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I see you on the window sill, basking in the sunshine. :)a
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So that’s why I love fish so much. I must make it clear though. Mice? Not so much. 😁
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I’ll tell Pedro who lives in that sink. 🙂
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Ew. It is all about the tail.
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Don’t I know.
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Hahaha.
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You know, I’ve never actually seen a rat in real life. I’m sure they had them in Korea but I never saw them. Pedro sounds like the mice that Maya adopted: just keep them out of sight of the owner. 🙂 Great story, as always.
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Thanks for reading it. My friend Ed told me, a friend of his was outside a restaurant midtown eating, and a rat ran over his feet. Was we wearing a mask? was my cheeky comment. They’re everywhere here in our fair city.
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I have heard of the famous rats of New York City. I’m sure I’ve lived very near them before. I’ve seen skunks, deer and rabbits near my house before, but no rats.
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I’ll take skunks, deer and rabbits any old day over Willards roaming around. Just shivered.
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Wild animals are a lot more skittish. I only saw a skunk once near the house in Fayette as it crossed the road in front of my car as I was coming home. They’ve got a good gig, skunks. You never see people run so fast from such a cute animal. 🙂
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You know, I’d go to the chair for an animal, but rats make me skittish. I’m sure it’s a cultural thing since, in India they’re revered. I think it’s India. Maybe it’s Chicago. I get the two mixed up. 🙂
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Hahahaha! I love the unfazed worker and the name Pedro. The vision of you going up those stairs made me laugh out loud. Sadly, I’ve done that for much less than a rat named Pedro!
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I was a bit thrown by it, not being a rat fan. Sigh
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I’m with you!!
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