See, here they are, heads bowed to receive the blow.
Well, not really. In fact it’s a mobile earthquake-preparedness thing. Volunteers from the audience get in the truck and it simulates an earthquake. The lights on the back of the little room light up as the shaking builds: three, then four, then building up and peaking somewhere over seven. You see, theory says you’re supposed to get under a table or something, as that pair were doing. Here’s another:
In fact, a few heroes from the audience refused to hunker and tried to ride it out. Most of them gave up when the needle was pushing seven, but this one guy, tall and skinny in a bad blue suit, just wasn’t gonna cave in, and while he looked pretty dorky thrashing back and forth, he did manage to stay on his feet. Me, when the Big One hits I’m diving under the nearest desk.
Anyhow, I overestimated the transit time and got to the station quite a bit early, so I had time to watch the earthquake truck, then score a sweet strong Japanese iced coffee from a vending machine (there’s nothing like it), sit down behind the Ochanomizu mini-mall or whatever it’s called by a waterfall, open the laptop, drink deep of someone’s open WiFi, and do some email while I was waiting.
And I think to myself: What a wonderful world.