I'm sitting at my desk at the Ft. Lauderdate Office of the Corporation when I get this weird feeling the building is moving. How, the Tri-Rail [1] runs along side the Ft. Lauderdale Office of the Corporation, and the rail itself is shared with freight trains. When a freight train goes by, you can feel it in the building. But this movement doesn't feel the same. First, I can't hear the train (which I can from my desk since it's on that side of the building). Second, it's a longer, slower, swaying motion rather than than the short back-and-forth type movement typical of freight trains blowing past the building.
“Hey, TS1,” I said, “do you feel the building moving?”
“No.”
“Oh.” So I'm left with the thought that 1) I'm going crazy or 2) I'm experiencing some major medical event. The sensation subsides after a minute or so, I'm not on the floor writhing in pain or unconscious, so I stop thinking about it and go back to work.
I'm at home when Bunny says, “Did you hear about the 7.7 earthquake between Cuba and Jamaca today [2]?”
“Really? When did it happen?”
“Um … looks like this afternoon. It was felt as far north as Miami.”
“No, I didn't hear about it, but I think I felt it.”
It's one thing to worry about earthquakes in Brevard, North Carolina [3] but now I have to worry about them here? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
“Sean, why are you running around with your fingers in your ears?”