Kevin: "Dude, what the f*** is going on?"
Marco: "We just had an earthquake, man."
Kevin: "Bullshit!"
Marco: "No, seriously. One-hundred and ninety miles away- in Virginia."
Kevin: "Damn. I thought someone must have crashed the forklift. For thirty seconds straight. Shit, guess it was an earthquake. Sick."
While leaving work, I had to cross a light rail stop. Couldn't. The earthquake had unsettled some water and mud, deep below the tracks. Repositioned the tracks and then bathed them (for about sixty yards) in bright red mud and water. Shut the f*** down. And all I kept thinking was, "damn, another twenty minutes until I can take my shoes off and have a beer".
