Warning: This post has nothing to do with buses or trains.
I was talking on the phone this morning when the floor in my home office started to shift. Then the walls starting swaying. About two seconds later, I realized that it was an earthquake. I told my acquaintance on the phone, who was safe and secure about 3,000 miles away in New Jersey, that I had to hang up because we were having an earthquake.
I got up from my desk and stood under the doorway for a few seconds just as the ground tremors subsided. Then I felt a little foolish and wished I'd just stayed at my desk and continued the phone call like nothing unusual was happening. I could have said, "Dave, hang on a sec, would you? Oh, OK, nothing to worry about it, we're just having an earthquake, probably about 5.0 on the Richter scale. No, need to hang up, I don't even bother worrying about an earthquake unless it reaches at least 6.0 or 6.5."
But I didn't. To be honest, I needed to get ready to meet someone for lunch anyway. The earthquake was as good an excuse as any to end the call. Living in Los Angeles does have its perks.
Until next time.
Steve
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