I saw my first mouse in the subway the other day. It was so small and quick. I was all psyched up to see some big honkin’ rat like thing. But it was just a mouse, and it was playing right underneath the sign that warned of rodenticide (didn’t know that was a word).

I have daydreams of saving people’s lives or possessions on the subway. Once, while I was holding one of those vertical poles that go from floor to ceiling, I realized that I could also reach one of the overheads, horizontal poles with my left hand. I pictured myself swinging from the rails, anchored by my strong ninja grip and pure willpower. There would then be some sort of mid-air kick and destroy mission, and then a return to peaceful and ordinary traveling. Bad guys watch out!