Tigger the Cat was determined to get stepped on this morning. Despite my best efforts to avoid it, I got the tip of his tail and the edge of a back foot this morning.
One of my attempts to avoid him even forced me trip, sending the bottle of Downy I was carrying skittering across the floor and crashing me into a bucket which promptly dumped the mop, broom, and dustpan it was holding. I get up, muttering a string of profanity.
From upstairs, I hear the mother: “WHAT WAS THAT?!” It’s just me, I reassure her.
When I get back upstairs, she sternly says, “That was not just you. I think there must ‘ve been a car crash. Something shook the house.” OK. Whatever. I hurriedly finish getting dressed and head out for the bus.
Before I can even sit down at work, the phone rings. It’s the mother.
“I told you that I heard something earlier,” comes through the receiver. Well, I guess she did. And this must have been it!
They’re saying people 15 miles away heard! Luckily, it doesn’t sound like anyone was hurt. Here’s hoping.