We wait deep below the ground. We rode three long escalators to get to this depth. No one else waits, except the attendant far down at the end of the platform. In a rare New York City moment, it is quiet, and we are alone.
Except...
What is that constant pitter-patter?
What is that squeaking?
It takes only a moment to realize...
RATS!
The next eight minutes move interminably slow. We turn the i-pod music on as loud as it will go. We hope we do not live out the scene from Ratatouille, when the ceiling collapses, or some Indiana Jones live infestation.
Never have we been so glad to hear, and then see, the D train arriving!
Goodbye 63rd/Lexington!!
2 comments:
Oh, how I'm enjoying your daily snippets of NY - rats and all!
LOL! Just keep imaging that they are Disney rats not New York ones. :)
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