I was at work and they had sent me somewhere. I started seeing long lines at all service stations. Grocery store parking lots were filling up fast as well. Not unlike back in March, except people were going after food items instead of toilet paper and hand sanitizer. The fuse to the radio (in the work vehicle I was driving) had blown, so I didn't know what was happening or what to even think. When I got back, there were TVs on everywhere. It was absolutely surreal. This day has double meaning for me. 16 years later on September 11, 2017 my father died suddenly when an aneurysm ruptured. The eerie thing was, about an hour or so earlier, he had just been saying that he couldn't imagine what all those families who lost loved ones had gone through on 9/11. Little did he know, his family had a really bad day coming.