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former Postie (not verified) says:
It was worse when the Post was on South Street. My second week there a rat the size of a cat ran across my foot as I was eating lunch. I went to the editor, Dick Belsky, and told him I was unnerved. He asked if the rat bit me. It hadn't. He told me to go back to my desk.
Life at the Post. Sounds like it has barely changed in all these years. At least Myron is still there.
It was worse when the Post was on South Street. My second week there a rat the size of a cat ran across my foot as I was eating lunch. I went to the editor, Dick Belsky, and told him I was unnerved. He asked if the rat bit me. It hadn't. He told me to go back to my desk.
Life at the Post. Sounds like it has barely changed in all these years. At least Myron is still there.