I was doing distributorship on the West Coast at the time, and one of our customers had a branch office 1/4 mile from Ground Zero. He was basically the office prick guarding the paper clip & sharpie pen supply, enjoying the perks of lording over the vendors.
Like everyone else (I thought) we spent the work day with one ear to the radio, when he called in with an order.
“Randy,” I asked, “how are the people in your New York office?”
(empty silence, during which I assumed I’d asked a question for which he had only a dreadful answer)
But then he cut back in with his usual demeaning & demanding spiel, as if I’d asked a stupid question. I later found out through other sources his NYC office was fine.
Has anyone else have experiences with rats who were oblivious to major events, so long as the water bottle in their cage kept dripping?