A fairly shaky, but remarkably short-lived earthquake shook the work trailer on Friday. At the HINT of a wiggle waggle in the earth, I, running on pure reflex, dove 1/2 way to the ground. With my butt still in the seat and both hands planted firmly on the ground, I realized the earthquake was over. So I hopped up, looked around asked my co worker, Scott, “was that an earthquake?” his response: “did you just fall to the ground?” No. No I didn’t fall to the ground… I dove. Like the earthquake drill practiced Seattlelite I am. Plus I have a healthy respect for the Big Shaky and would much rather be safe under a large round table, than out in the open where the drop ceiling can tumble down upon me. I did, though, sustain a earthquake-fleeing injury. My coworkers, needless to say, did not.
When the big one hits you’ll know where to find me.