Because unlike his filthy vermin friends he wasn't scampering around looking for food or dodging trains. Instead he sat at the edge of the platform expectantly, as if he too were waiting for the train. Completely calm and unusually self-assured, the rat-like freak didn't even flinch when a group of loud Germans almost stepped on him. It wouldn't have surprised me in the least if he had pulled out a newspaper and started reading. I stared at him for a while and thought about how cute he would look with a tiny iPod and mini earbuds.
When I got on the next train, the rat-like freak remained on the platform, obviously waiting for the express. As my train rolled away I looked out the window, and he tipped the hat I imagined he was wearing towards me as if to say "welcome to New York." Feeling a bond with the creature, I gazed back into his beady little eyes and responded with a look that said "you are not invited to my future apartment."
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