[blueunicorn6]

I was supposed to fly home on 9/11.

All flights cancelled.

I borrowed a company car and drove home.

I drove all day.

Stopped a few times for food and fuel.

People trying to figure things out.

I got home to my little city late at night.

Picked up my car at the airport.

My car needed fuel.

The first three gas stations were out of fuel.

The fourth station was a ways out of town.

All pumps going.

One guy was filling up a 55 gallon drum on a trailer.

I told him that even if every refinery was attacked, there was still enough fuel in storage for 30 days.

He got a blank look on his face and said, “I want to make sure.”

What he made sure was that the gas stations would raise their prices.

The fuel tankers rolled the next morning.

The gas stations made some good money for a day.

[Vermont Lt]

I better get some gas tomorrow!

[Myrddin]

I have a similar experience from Hurricane Ivan. After working all day outside of Birmingham, Alabama, I returned to my hotel, but went to dinner next door. After dinner, I discovered a note on my door directing me to the hurricane shelter. BS. I called company travel. The airport was shutdown. No flights out. Instead, I rented a car for return at Salt Lake City. 1800 miles. 46 wall clock hours door to door. A brief sleep at Clarskville, TN just out of range of the hurricane. A 2nd sleep at Grand Island, NE. I called my wife in Chubbuck, ID to meet me at the SLC rental return. I rolled in at 8:20 PM. Turned in the car. She rolled up at 8:30 PM.

We got a room at the Draper Holiday Inn (Friday night) and attended the Crossroads of the West Gun Show on Saturday morning as originally planned. Just a little inconvenience on the way. Better than being a hurricane refugee.