I stepped into a train at Grand Central heading downtown on Monday, and a man in business attire sat down next to me. He was sweating profusely so his jacket was off, and there on his plaid dress shirt was a roach crawling up his back.
I kept my eye on the roach as it meandered around to his sleeve, pondering what I should do. I didn’t want to touch this guy without telling him what I was doing, so I just watched the critter and hoped it would go away.
Then the roach made it’s way up to the man’s collar and was crawling around near his neck and head. At any moment the roach could crawl right down into his shirt, so I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “You have a roach on your collar. I will kill it. Don’t move!”
In one quick motion I grabbed the roach off of his collar and squashed it between my fingers. I then took its dead carcass and flung it against the train door wiping my hands on a paper bag I was holding.
The business man thanked me but he seemed embarrassed. “I have no idea where it came from.”, he said. I told him, “Don’t worry, they’re everywhere. Who knows where it came from.”
We sat in silence until we reached Wall Street and he stood up when the train doors opened. “Thank you so much. I am so embarrassed that I had a roach on me.”, he said. I smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it! Have a great night.”
I just hope I washed my hands when I got to school. I think I did…