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At least the bird didn’t rat on him!
You should feel sorry for the rat. If the bird was a raptor, the rat was probably his dinner.
No, the rat was definitely his pet. It had a name. And apparently, both animals get along with his cats. I pretty much have to stop thinking about it there.
Oh Meg…me loves your stories…especially bus stories, b/c I, like you, am dependent on Translink to get around town…so when you said the 20…I knew EXACTLY what you meant and why you get all the crazies!
Haaa! I love The Rat Pack punchline. Also! I totally found a HUGE LIVE RAT underneath the hood of my car last Tuesday. So not cute. And so not OK. The longish version of that story is here: http://is.gd/4NyRc
If I see Bernard again, I’m going to send him to Vancouver to live with that man.
I adore your stories! For just a few minutes I was transported back to my own Translink memories – do all the Vancouver buses still smell like urine?
Oh, definitely. Well, some of them. In West Van, they just smell like money. :)
For some reason, I’m more creeped out by the bird on the hat than the rat in the pack.
People in West Van take the bus?! Wha?!