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".
6 comments:
That sounds like something I would do... run like hell to safety and then realize I've left hubby behind. Or God forbid, my kids!!!
I, thankfully, have never had the privilege of experiencing an earthquake. Tornadoes are the only wrath of mother nature that I've been through... even just a tornado warning freaks me out!
We do have earthquakes in Norway.... I am just too bloody lazy to run... I figure it probably wouldn't help anyway... MISS YOU! Wish you were here in the middle of this wedding crap with me...
Having spent my life in earthquake country, with the exception of four years in Georgie, I still am still frightened when one rolls through my neighborhood. You are totally helpless, to say the least.
Having lived in Georgia, though, I will say I would rather ride out an earthquake than dodge a tornado.
Any day!!!
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Too funny! I think we've had a couple of minor quakes here, but tornadoes are all the rage (like Shannon said). Lots o' fun when those warning come out.
And as for the end of Pulp Fiction...you aren't missing much.
That's survival instinct, baby! I'm with AIN, I don't know if I'd be motivated to get off my lazy booty.
You never know what you'll do until it happens. The worst was George on Seinfeld when he pushed all the children out of his way when fleeing from a fire false alarm.
If you saw the beginning of Pulp Fiction, you saw the end.
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