The rat runs past me on my way to the deli, hugging the wall and scuttling up the wheelchair ramp. I'm worried that he might have actually gone in the deli.
I come around the corner to the entrance, but the rat has thought better of his escape route, and he and I come face to face in a startling moment (me going in the deli, him coming out), only for him to run back in.
The counterman and I find him stuck to a glue trap under the shelf with the potato chips, and he squeaks when I say to the counterman, "Hey, man, whatever you're gonna do, do it fast."
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