Ders a Rat in de Kitchen What am I ganna Do?

Last Friday, coming to the end of the shift, circa 10ish, we had a couple of guys standing outside having a smoke whilst waiting for their pizza. Suddenly, one of them came in and said
" A rat has just run past me and into your shop"

He was right, there it was, running around where the customers stand. Good as gold, the guy whipped off his flip flop ( I know rats don't wear flip flops!!It was the guys flip flop, or thongs as they call them over here) and proceeded to try and usher it back out through the door, but it kept going behind the door and bumping into the glass.

By this time, Our Wend and Aisling are on top of the work bench at the back of the shop, screaming like banshees.

Me, this guy and Dylan, the young lad who works for us, are at front of house desperately trying to coax this small rat, back out through the door, but it was having none of it.
I was standing in the gap between the wall and the counter, which is the access to behind the counter, when the little bastard ran straight for me.

Oh my God, what do I do, so all I could think of was to kick it! Which I did in spectacular style, it went soaring into the air, straight back out through the doorway about 20 feet away, and came tumbling down on the pavement and scurried away into the night.

I did me Ravenelli impersonation round the shop and carpark, to tumultuous applause.

We then had to do a quick clean up, mop and the like. There was only a little bit shit in the customer area but there was a fair bit of wee on the work bench at the back of the shop!!!!!!!!!!!
The little bastard then spent the next half hour running back and forth like a drunk across the car park
The Skerritts in Oz