I was working for a telemarketing firm at the time, in an inbound catalog sales program, and was getting ready for work when I heard the local NBC station morning news anchor throw the local cut-in back to New York. I rushed into the living room (my parents were in Michigan visiting my dad's relatives) to see what was going on. That's when, live on "Today," I saw the impact of the first jet on the World Trade Center. It was then I thought it was just a tragic accident, someone was off course, and maybe there was an error in air traffic control. Then about 8:05 CT (9:05 ET), live on national TV, the second aircraft smashed into the other tower. Then I knew something screwy was going on. When then-Pentagon correspondent Jim Miklowshewski (sp?) reported another impact at the Pentagon, that's when I knew there was terrorism going on.
I had to go to work anyway, so I went. Not much happened that day. No one was buying any bed linens or curtains or anything else like that, with all due respect to the day's events. So, management started sending people home. I tried to stay as long as I can, so I can get paid, but I had to leave about three hours early due to slow business.
On my way home, I saw a lot of people in line getting gas, afraid that we would immediately invade somewhere in the Middle East. Gas prices went as high as they are today, but that was to keep people from buying too much gas and hording. However, people accused gas companies of price gouging. When I got home, I first called my grandmother, and then where my parents were staying.
Obviously, Sept. 11, 2001, is one of those dates that has the "Where were you when...?" attached to it. It's up there with Dec. 7, 1941, April 4, 1968, the moon landing, the Challenger explosion, and a few others.