Earthquake!

Oh my god–the… mirror was, like, RATTLING, and the door, it CREAKED, and and… okay, it was a pretty lame earthquake–a 5.2, they’re saying. It did bring to mind a story that I recall from the ’89 quake (blur fizz twinkle twinkle)… Manny was on the bus, the 24 Divisadero, coming home from a Doctor’s appointment at Kaiser. There were several kids in the back of the bus making a lot of noise despite the driver’s repeated threats to kick them off the bus if they didn’t shut up. Fed up, the driver slammed on the brakes, ran to the back of the bus and shaking her finger at the kids, screamed “If you kids don’t stop this racket….” but was cut off as the bus started shaking due to the Loma Prieta earthquake. The bus was completely silent. The driver threw her hands up in the air, beat her chest with her fists, and screamed “I am THUNDER!” as everyone clapped and she danced back to her wheel.