Ok, so I’m going to get off the writing kick for this post. I couldn’t resist this topic. First, I sent this link to my friend Casey (a fellow native Californian who moved out of the state, like me.) If you’re too cool to read it, let me tell you what it states. Supposedly there was a 2.7 quake in southern Salt Lake county followed by a ginormous 2.5 aftershock. Let me tell you: I was in So Cal when the Northridge 6.7 quake hit as well as its 5.6 aftershock later that morning and a 5.4 aftershock a few days later (something like that). I was in So Cal when the 8.2 hit San Francisco. Yeah, you could feel that one. I was there when a 6.2 or 6.3 quake hit the San Jose area. I remember many other small earthquakes that hit. Those were a lot milder…and all over 4.0. Let me tell you, the Northridge quake was scary. Very scary. It was 4:30 in the morning. I thought a robber was jumping on our roof and then my bed started shaking. I was on the top bunk. Quickly, I jumped down and yelled at my brother to join me in our door frame. (Just because an earthquake feels mild to begin with, doesn’t mean it ends that way.) But a 2.7 in comparison to the Northridge earthquake is like comparing a mild misty sprinkle to a tropical storm. So, Casey and I had a good laugh, as I hope you will, with our So Cal knowledge:
Casey: OMG. That quake. Are you guys ok?
Me: I don’t know. Still pretty shaken up by it. I’m not sure if I was feeling the quake or the hum of my computer at the time.
Casey: I’m glad nothing fell on your head.
Me: I know. It was touch and go. I thought a thumb tack moved. But I’m sure it was only slightly.
Casey: You’re lucky your chair didn’t roll you out of your cube.
Me: You know, I was already moving my chair at the time. But I was concerned that I could lose control.
Yes, it’s that serious everybody. Comments welcome about how mean we are. But just maybe, I’ll be abducted before I hear them.
Alien abductions are involuntary, but probings are scheduled.
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