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Not from my office window per se, but on my way into work I saw the second plane hit the World Trade Center. That was weird and messed me up for a bit.
The weirdest one was probably back in March/April of 2020 when we were in a total covid lockdown, and an ice cream truck - completely alone on the street and the only vehicle seen for days - slowly drove by while playing Christmas music. That was some Twilight Zone shit.
I remember seeing the second plane hit while I was at work, live on the news. I kinda paused in shock, and said, "well fuck. We're going to war." The owner of the shop closed up for the rest of the day, and reopened at 6am the next day. We were normally 24/6.
Aww man. I remember that. I was in sixth grade. Rolling a TV into the classroom and turning on the news was an unfortunate choice. The teacher didn't know that of course. The only time I can remember being sad about getting out of school early. We all just sat in the living room for the rest of the day with only the voice of Tom Brokaw to fill the void.