I didn't know about it until ~11PM that night. Opened a restaurant and bumped tunes on cassette tape all morning, wondered why we had no dine-in traffic but delivery started kicking our ass (I ended up calling in all my drivers), and none of my co-workers brought it up (found out later they assumed I knew and was putting on a positive front to keep the spirits up).
My closing manager called in so I worked an open-close. Dine-in was dead so sent closing server home at 8PM. Waited on a table that came in 10 minutes before close and found out as they were paying their bill when one of the customers thanked me for helping them forget about everything that happened that day. When I asked what she was talking about, she thought I was pulling her leg at first and was not amused. Once she realized I wasn't, she told me very briefly 2 planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York and took them down.
Of course, first thing I did when I got home was turn on the TV. Very first thing I heard was about partially intact passports belonging to Saudi terrorists found in the rubble but the black boxes were nowhere to be found. My bullshit meter was tingling.
I'd been red-pilled long before 9/11, though. I read 1984 for the first time in 1984 while I was still in grade school and the world was never the same for me after that.
I remember the old timers talking about the Jews and the Catholics and fractional reserve banking and all the conspiracy theories that were spread around in the days before the Internet, often spread on mimeographs (these were machines that allowed one to mass print a handwriten document similar to a stencil).
There were also analog versions of memes and funny things to look at that spread around too pre-Internet. You would be handed a picture of an old woman and flip it upside down and the same picture would now look like a young woman.
The paper wouldn't have both pictures side by side, but I was able to find this after a quick search, and I saw it many times as a kid- https://files.catbox.moe/ux2wdh.png
I didn't know about it until ~11PM that night. Opened a restaurant and bumped tunes on cassette tape all morning, wondered why we had no dine-in traffic but delivery started kicking our ass (I ended up calling in all my drivers), and none of my co-workers brought it up (found out later they assumed I knew and was putting on a positive front to keep the spirits up).
My closing manager called in so I worked an open-close. Dine-in was dead so sent closing server home at 8PM. Waited on a table that came in 10 minutes before close and found out as they were paying their bill when one of the customers thanked me for helping them forget about everything that happened that day. When I asked what she was talking about, she thought I was pulling her leg at first and was not amused. Once she realized I wasn't, she told me very briefly 2 planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York and took them down.
Of course, first thing I did when I got home was turn on the TV. Very first thing I heard was about partially intact passports belonging to Saudi terrorists found in the rubble but the black boxes were nowhere to be found. My bullshit meter was tingling.
I'd been red-pilled long before 9/11, though. I read 1984 for the first time in 1984 while I was still in grade school and the world was never the same for me after that.
I remember the old timers talking about the Jews and the Catholics and fractional reserve banking and all the conspiracy theories that were spread around in the days before the Internet, often spread on mimeographs (these were machines that allowed one to mass print a handwriten document similar to a stencil).
There were also analog versions of memes and funny things to look at that spread around too pre-Internet. You would be handed a picture of an old woman and flip it upside down and the same picture would now look like a young woman.
The paper wouldn't have both pictures side by side, but I was able to find this after a quick search, and I saw it many times as a kid- https://files.catbox.moe/ux2wdh.png