I was working as a temp with Merrill Lynch. I had stepped into the elevator which would take me to my floor in the building for work that morning. My immediate supervisor caught the doors before they shut, and climbed in. He was really sweaty (heavy dude), and red-- yet pale at the same time. I was listening to my walkman (tapes), and pulled out my ear buds, expecting to make idle morning conversation.
He sees me and the conversation goes something like this;
Him, "Lyta! Oh man, I can't believe this! Any of this!"
Me, "What, is there something big going on today?"
Him, "You haven't heard?"
Me, "Heard what?"
Him, "You know the twin towers in New York? A plane just crashed into one of them!"
Me, "Oh... was it an accident?"
Him, "I don't know...."
I hadn't really grasped what it had meant, a plane smashing into a building. It was early, and New York was so very far away (I live in seattle). On the way up, I thought about it, and it sort of sunk in on the ride up. I became quickly concerned, as I had friends that lived in NYC.
By the time we reached our floor, and got to the break room with the TV on the news, both towers had crumbled. A no fly order had been issued, and those of us feeling unsafe in our sky scraper were allowed to go home that day.
It was very surreal. o_o