I was walking back from the grocery store today when, not 2 feet in front of me, a rat came shooting up out of the sewer. It's no great surprise to me that there are rats in India. I have seen the deads ones in the street. I even saw a live one poke it's head out of an alley way early one morning before it was light. I think I handled all of these rodent encounters with great aplomb, however, I draw the line at live rats scurrying around broad daylight, during rush hour no less!! There are rules about such things: cute fluffly things get the daylight and disease carrying creepy ones the night.
I really was not mentally prepared for a live, beady eyed, slimy tailed encounter of this magnitude at five o'clock at night. When you are confronted with a situation this horrific there is only one way handle the situation. You must express your feeling thru Interpretive Dance. Yes... I mean an immediate and spontaneous Heebie Jeebie Dance. I think we all know the steps to that one right? First you twitch to the right. Then you jerk to left. Then you fling yourself around like Martin Short's Ed Grimley from SNL. You can if you wish accompany this with Tourette's like exclaimations of "Get away, Ick, and EWE".
So here I am on a Indian street flinging myself around in broad daylight with my two grocery bags in my hands. Did i mention that there was a short wall that blocked the view of the rat from everyone else? Oh yeah I had what must of looked like an upright epileptic seizure over rat that I only I could see. I just wonder what the Indians on the street were thinking...
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