…you are awakened by a giant rumbling in the earth that grows and grows and grows.
How many of you would pull up the covers, turn over one last time, and mutter something like “thank god!” ?
First I would think it was the cats. Then maybe an earthquake. Then I’d probably just say “Hunh?”
Which time zone are we talking about?
Pull the covers over my head? No way!
I shouldn’t have served chili the night before…
~VOW
Well, I’m in the Bay Area, so I’d probably roll onto the floor and pull the mattress over me.
I heard that “it” is supposed to happen at 11:11 UTC, which would be 5:11 am where I live (U.S. Central Standard Time).
Usually this doesn’t happen until I’ve had my morning coffee.
(emphasis mine)
None of us, because it wouldn’t be the last time… 
Being that I have a doctor’s appointment that day, I would.
Central Time Zone, of course.
Damn, so I still have a full days of work and just when I’m in my beer time it all ends… actually, I should be pretty plastered by them (a local La chouffe festival here in Holland).
I’d groggily mumble “…'scuse me…” to my fiance.
I’d tell my wife “Good news everybody, we don’t have to throw that party now”.
I’d be grumpy. Of all the times for this to happen! Now those idiots will forever consider that their nonsensical prophecy was right!
(Some years ago, sitting in candlelight when the power was out from a heavy windstorm, my friend snapped his fingers and declared aloud, “The power is coming back on, now!” And it did. I was the only person in the room who made nothing of it: he was bored and shot off his mouth, and, coincidentally, the power came on. Since then, I’ve caught him numerous times trying to accomplish the same trick, and it hasn’t worked again.)
Hey, right now, as you – yes, you! – are reading this post, there is a big barking dog making a loud noise just outside your window!
Pretty impressive, right?
raises hand
Good, if the world does end, at least I won’t have to go to work.
Most days, that would have worked, but I think the snow has put the kibosh on that for a while…
I won’t be real broken up about it.
In all honesty, I’d be all “Well I’ll be damned! Fuck me if I ever thought this would be how it ends.”
OK - that’s how I’d be if I didn’t have kids, I’d actually run to check on the kids and my mind would be racing to figure out how to minimize their suffering. Most likely I’d hug 'em, calm them down, and hope it was over with quickly.
I’d be pissed that I was robbed of the opportunity to find happiness again. Ditto For my estranged wife. I’d also be pissed my children got robbed of their adolescence and so many other things. I’d feel so bad for the two terrified kitties.
But yes, I’d get to skip work…
There’s two. They trade off in shifts. I mean, I love dogs, but I don’t want to hear yours 24/7.
I’d just hope it was all over very quickly. And I’d be glad I didn’t have to go to work.
Oh, so close. The neighbor’s dog only barks during the day. There are, however, two feral cats having loud, noisy sex out by the driveway.