Turnabout Thomas

(I see a rat run across the floor in the back room when I open the store for the day, so I text my manager and coworker to let them know. I get the following texts over the rest of the day:)

Coworker: “Oh, my God! Please tell me it’s gone.”

Coworker: “If I see a rat, I’m just going to run out.”

Coworker: “I’m so scared of rats. I’m freaking out already.”

Coworker: “His name is Thomas.”

Coworker: “I love him.”

Coworker: “I’m going to be sad when he dies.”

(Thomas managed to evade every trap we set for him, but eventually stopped coming back. My coworker, despite her proclamation of love, remained nervous until the day we decided he wouldn’t be back.)