I sat in the kitchen with my buddies when suddenly I heard a clacking sound in the ventilation shaft. It seemed that rodents were making their way through the pipes. I looked up, expecting to see a rat fall out of the vent hole. The sound continues again.
Then I felt a strange rocking. My coworker put his knee up against the table and it first seemed he was shaking it. I wanted to ask him to stop, but then I realized I wasn't even touching the table. I thought the vibrations just got to me from the base of the table through the floor. He stopped shaking it. Then he shook it again. Was he really that strong? I sat on my chair, feeling the vibrations, a part of me understood what was happening but I had too strong of a belief in me: earthquakes just don't happen here in Ontario.
The vibrations seized. We kept chatting. Little did we know that the entire building had been evacuated until the last person going out the door decided to check if there was anyone in the kitchen. And then the realization finally sank in. This was an earthquake, and a mighty one too, for the entire base of the building shook as if it was a carnival ride.
We poured outside. A crowd of people stood not far from the building and next to other buildings too. Fire trucks began circling the area. Those humans... What was the point? It was clear it was a false alarm. So I moved on with my boring life :P.
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