We were at Save-on (aisle 7) when the ‘little one’ hit. There was an old guy in front of me trying to figure out his credit card while trying to answer the cashier’s question about his Save-on ‘points’. Nothing was happening too quickly.

“Hey! Did you feel that?” the cashier asked.

That was way too much stimulus for our guy. The wallet, the credit card machine, his PIN number, the Save-on ‘points’. Then a question? He was simply stunned. He looked up at her, “Huh!?”

“We just had an earthquake! Wow! Just now! Did you feel it?”

“Huh?”

I was somewhat amused by this bumbling old fool and was justly condescending towards him when I realized that we had just experienced an earthquake and that I hadn’t noticed it either.

Well I did. Kinda.

I felt a bit of a shift in the time-space continuum but, of course, at 64 and not doing my yoga regularly, I just wrote the feeling off as another ‘woozy’ moment. I get those now and then. Feels a bit like an earthquake now that I think about it……

I rose to his defense.

“Hey! At our age, the earth moves all the time. It’s called gettin’ old’.”

Anyway, the poor ol’ git finally managed to enter his PIN and get his cans of dogfood into his ‘green’ satchel. He left in a confused state. Our turn to face the cashier was at hand.

“Wow! Did you guys feel it?”

“Yes!” I said. I left out the part that explained that I was simply confused as to what was happening – vertigo, wooziness, balance, sugar deficit or, as a distant possibility, earthquake. I was still processing.

And she was on a need-to-know basis. ‘Yes’ was good enough.

Sally, who suffers from intermittent vertigo asked innocently, “What are you two talking about?” She hadn’t noticed a 6.4 on the Richter scale either.

“We just had an earthquake! The whole building moved. It was incredible. Didn’t you feel it?”

Sal looked at her blankly. Then she looked at me………….

“Hey!”, I said, “You should be pretty familiar by now with what the earth moving feels like sweetie-pie”. I leaned forward and offered up a slight leer and twisted smile.

Sal and the cashier looked at me, assessed the possibility and…………burst out laughing.

OK. I am no San Andreas fault. I admit it. So, sue me!