Last night I was sitting alone on the couch, watching TV. Suddenly the entire couch started to sway back and forth, jostling me around like I was on that really bad Buzz Lightyear ride at Disney.
I grabbed the armrest and yelled, “Whoa! WHOA! WHOOOOOAAAA!” as I felt myself being shaken around like a rag doll. Then came the rumbling. A low rolling, thunderous sound like a train was blowing by my house.
“Is it a train?” I yelled and jumped up, eyes wild.
“I’m guessing, no,” said my husband.
“It’s a train!” I insisted, even though the nearest train tracks are about 30 miles away.
Then I did what any normal rational human being would do in this situation–I ran to the front door and opened it.
I’m not sure what I was looking for, but by then, it was over.
“What are you doing?” asked my husband.
“Um….well…did you feel that? Did you feel that? Did you?!”
“Oh, you were hiding under the door frame because it’s an earthquake!”
“Huh? That was an earthquake? Oh, yeah! It WAS! It WAS! OH MY GOD! AN EARTHQUAKE! WE JUST HAD AN EARTHQUAKE!”
Then I proceeded to run around in circles yelling, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!”
And my husband says I’m no good in emergencies.
In this article here, my favorite line is from the guy who stated, “It was just strong enough for me to stop eating.” My husband continued to eat his plate of nachos throughout the quake.
Have you ever felt an earthquake before? Do you live in California like my friend and experience them all the time? I’m still not quite sure about this supposed ‘earthquake’. I’m still thinking it was just a ghost train almost crashing into our house.