This afternoon I decided to do some chores around the house. My car was in need of vacuuming and the day was pretty comfortable with no humidity so I figured it would be a perfect time. I opened the garage doors to get some air while I worked.
I started vacuuming and when I put the hose under one seat I sucked up a plastic bag by mistake…”Darn, I thought when the vacuum stopped working, I’ve broken it.” At that very moment the shaking started which I am citing as the reason why I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. We were experiencing an earthquake and I thought that I had done something that was causing some sort of explosion.
My confusion turned to realization when the shaking got so loud that I was afraid the roof was going to cave in on me. Terrorists? I was dumbfounded, scared, and really at a loss. Ok, cut me some slack here, I have lived in Va. all my life and it is not exactly an area prone to earthquakes. In fact they said on the news that the last time an earthquake of this magnitude happened here was in the 1800’s.
The phones were out and neighbors were out on the street, and I soon discovered that it was in fact, an earthquake—and a 5.9 one too!!! I live probably 30 miles from the epicenter and while no one was hurt that I know of, there is a lot of minor damage and breakage.
At my store (where I wasn’t today) I am told the building shook and stuff flew off the shelves. My sister who was working at the time and four customers ran outside. Fortunately no one was hurt, just a lot of picking up to do.
Guess I am pretty lucky losing just a few breakables.
All I can say is, how about a new catch phrase?