I was minding my own business, throwing together a salad for a late lunch when I heard a loud thumping crash. I rushed to the foot of the staircase and shouted upstairs, “What WAS that?”
I fully expected a dismembered child to come limping out of a bedroom or for someone to explain that they accidentally blew a hole in the roof while combining a super-secret, yet lethal combination of Axe body spray and spoiled milk.
But no child appeared. And no one shouted back.
And then a second house-shaking boom exploded, causing me to shriek again, “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
My daughter appeared at her bedroom doorway on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay.” I said. “Sit right there.” I motioned at the foot of the stairs. A sleepy-looking teenager appeared from his room.
“Stay here!” I said.
I went outside to see if a car had crashed into our house.
I accounted for the other teenager and ascertained that everyone was alive and well. (The 7-year old was at a neighbor’s house.)
I went into the back yard to scan the house to see if maybe the chimney fell off. I walked into the front yard to see if I could see smoke. Maybe something exploded somewhere, I thought.
A neighborhood kid rode by on his bike. “Did you feel that?” he said.
I thought maybe a car had crashed a few roads over. Or there’d been a natural gas explosion.
Google suggested that there had been explosions somewhere.
Twenty minutes, maybe thirty minutes later, the actual report came out.
Apparently, some clueless float-plane pilot didn’t realize that there were temporary flight restrictions in the entire region because President Obama was in the area. Mr. Float-plane flew through the restricted area and two F-15 military jets were scrambled. They created sonic booms as they raced from Portland to Seattle (in eight minutes, or so I heard).
That was just about enough excitement for one day.
Thank you, Mr. Float-plane. I almost died from heart failure.
But at least none of my children were crushed by a falling bookshelf.
3 thoughts on “BOOM! BOOM!”
How funny! As I was reading this I was thinking to myself, wouldn’t it be funny if it was just good old-fashioned sonic booms? A regular occurrence when I was growing up. And then you said that yes, they were! I used to love those heart-skipping booms out of nowhere but they were banished from the skies ages and ages ago. Obama was here? Hmph.
Glad we could send some excitement up your way. You’re welcome.
wow. scary!!! super weird too.
i vote for the chiminey falling off. that seemed like the best explanation.
i miss you, friend.