Earthquake!

In a shameless attempt to lure more hits, here's my story of the Great East Coast Earthquake of 2011, or whatever they end up calling it:

I was sitting in a booth at Burger King having lunch. (So you know this is exciting.) I felt movement in the seat and thought there was a little kid in the booth behind me kicking the back of the seat. I turned around to yell at the kid, but the other booth was empty. I resumed eating. Then I went to the supermarket for a few items, walked home, and turned the TV to the Weather Channel to see the latest on Hurricane Irene. Instead, they were reporting on damage to the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. from a quake (5.8 on the Richter scale, centered 40 miles northwest of Richmond, Va.) and I wondered: was it the earthquake that I felt back at Burger King? Since there was no brat behind me it couldn't have been anything else. It had to be the earthquake, right?

I got online and saw that my Twitter and Facebook feeds were haywire from everyone talking about it, and reportedly people felt it from Maine to South Carolina. So it had to be the earthquake -- the first one I've actually noticed while it happened. We've had a few minor quakes in the area -- a couple of tiny ones have occurred just this year -- but unlike other people, I didn't feel a thing. Until today.

There you have it. Now, let's sit back and wait for the blog hits to pile up.