Last week I was late for our morning meeting.
Ordinarily this wouldn't be any big thing, I'd just take a look at why I was late and figure out how to prevent that from happening again. What was notable, is that to prevent this from happening again, I'd have to take earthquakes into account for each morning commute.
Somewhat comically, I was in a subway tunnel when the small 3.5 magnitude earthquake halted my train last Thursday.
The actual rattling of the earth couldn't be felt over normal train vibration, but it did apparently kick a switch on the tracks. We sat there in silence for what felt like forever. Finally, we began to inch forward into the next station as the conductor informed us that we must remain calm — a small earthquake means that they'll need clearance to proceed manually.
"Well, that's a new one," I thought, as I headed up the stairs in search of a cab.