Let me back up a little...see, I'm one of those rare people who is an actual Delaware native (history/geography lesson...Yes, Delaware is a state, it was actually the first state to sign the constitution and it's the home of tax-free shopping - yeah!! Anyway, it borders Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Maryland). Delaware is not very exciting...but one thing about Delaware...no earthquakes (at least not any that you notice...When I was a kid, I was told there was an earthquake during the night...slept right through it!)
Fast forward to the mid-nineties, my husband and I are newlyweds, pre-children living in Tacoma, Washington. We decided on the spur of the moment to go see "Pulp Fiction". In the middle of the movie, the ceiling panels began to shudder and then the room started to roll. Have you ever felt the earth roll?! (well, yes, I know a lot of you have, but remember me, from Delaware (land of no natural disasters?!) Needless to say I FLIPPED OUT...after I realized what was happening I jumped up and RAN...I PUSHED, JOSTLED, and perhaps KNOCKED down a few old ladies on my way out. There was that cartoon smoke trailing after me...My flight or fight mechanics were definitely on FLIGHT!! I ran out of theater and right outside in the lobby there was a police officer...I promptly assaulted the poor man, grabbed him and starting shaking him shouting, "WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I think I put him in as much shock as I was because strangely he didn't respond. He just looked at me dumbfounded (along with the other patrons that I had caused to panic and run out behind me). It was then I realized that the earth had stopped moving and the theater was not falling down around me. I also realized that I had LEFT my husband...totally FORGOT about him in my flight! So I headed back into the theater with my tail between my legs, humiliated. I think that was the night my husband realized he had married a crazy person. How do you handle a crazy person? You speak with them very slowly, don't make any sudden moves and do whatever they want...at that point all I wanted was to go OUTSIDE away from any buildings. It was probably a few more hours before he could get me back to our apartment (which was his fault; he's the one who brought up the possibility and reality of aftershocks!!).
To this day I have never seen the end of "Pulp Fiction".