What kind of loser gets excited about three rats let out of a bag? Are they vicious flying Mongolian attack rats, or cute little balls of soft, white fur?
More than anything else, you want to pick them up before they get hurt.
Now if they were nutria-sized New York sewer crack rats with 3" fangs instead of teeth, or Iraqi camel rats...
Good point. The white fur should have been a tip off that the poor rats were tame pet stock creatures probably terrified by all the commotion and the bright lights.
Preferably before some cold heartless a-hole like me stomped them into pink mush.
The prices at the restaurant might prompt me to run out screaming, but some silly little mouse ain't gonna make me cringe.
That's what I was thinking. I would have just kept eating, while laughing at the folks who ran screaming. Dinner *and* a show...