A rat was inside my subway car tonight when I took the A train up from B'way/Nassau, where I had been for a meeting. It was funny. We were all in our PM rush hour daze when we heard a bunch of shrill screams from the other end of the car, then people laughing.

The rat scurried down towards our end, and all the girls screamed just like the girls on the other end had, then we all started laughing. Some people looked quite scared. One pale, middle-aged guy with glasses got on at 125th and took a seat, then hastily got up and headed for the other end of the car when someone told that there was a rat. Spotting the rat scurrying beneath the seats, everyone would laugh, and chatter a bit, some in Spanish.

The rat got off at 168th street, and the Dominicans on the train said: "Salió, ya salió."