A short while ago I had my first 'quaking' experience:
I was in a third-floor apartment in Murcia doing some damaging English to a Spanish
victim when there was a sudden rumbling and vibration. Accustomed as I am to my
voracious appetite my immediate thought was that I was about to fart big time - wrong.
The rumblings and vibes became stronger and the floor, doors, furniture and the
windows started to do a Rumba in untimely rhythm. It seemed reasonable to assume
that this was, in fact, an earthquake. (I did not win a prize for my correct assessment)
The ball-wobbling, stomache turning experience was over before I had time to
react, however, the sudden abatement did not impede my bodily functions and I
farted big-time. (my first first assessment was also correct)
Fortunately the sound of the quake covered that of my involuntary anal emission
and my student was left with the erroneous impression that earthquakes stink
to high Heaven.
National Geographic rejected this highly informative piece!
