Ahhhhh, remember when I had just moved here and was working this terrible job as a slave to an investment banking firm with the lady-owner who hated all other women, and I was so innocent, and everything was brand new to me, and I wrote this adorable LiveJournal post?:
On the sidewalk one block north of Macy’s and one block south of my office, a giant inflated black rat sat on its haunches this morning. It was probably 12 feet tall, with red eyes and claws and a sneer. All of the real New Yorkers passed by as if they didn’t notice, while the tourists and I looked at each other with “Seriously?” eyes.
It seems to me that maybe this isn’t the best way to welcome people to the city for the holiday season. Of course, I was only a public relations major for a quarter.
I was reminded of that when the inflatable rats showed up this morning in front of the building next door to taunt the management company’s use of non-union workers. I’m pro-union as it is, but the rats make it all the more fun.
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Um, wow. Those are kind of awful and I bet the management company doesn’t even notice them.
Those RED EYES. They’re straight out of the Secret of Nimh.
Oh, no, don’t say that! In my mind, those rats are making a huge impact. I probably am the only one walking past the building and thinking, “Oooooooh, that dirty management company.”
The red eyes and Nimh connection don’t bother me nearly as much as the weird pink patch on the belly of the one to the right. WTF?
Yeah, no kidding. It looks like that rat’s got The Herp.
How has no one made a horror movie about STDed rats in NYC?
You’re pro-union?
Intrigued.
Of course! I mean, I think they’re corrupt as hell, like everything else, but I’d much rather have them than not. The little guy’s rights are always more important than the big guy’s.
Ew. Love the horror movie idea about rats with herpes. Someone seriously needs to get on that STAT.
I remember when I used to work downtown (Columbus) and commute every day and dress in office clothes…the rats visited a construction project on Gay Street then, too. Sometimes I miss the days of wearing nice clothes and eating lunch out and seeing business people…and sometimes rats…but then I realize I must be crazy, because staying home is much better…right?