I'm at a rest stop on the Mass Turnpike and see a plane flying overhead. It's a really big plane- looks like an airliner- and it seems to be flying very slowly.
The engine doesn't sound right. I'm thinking "Hm. That's strange". Then, THEN, two fighter jets come up from below right behind it. NOW I'm thinking "HMM! THAT'S STRANGE AND SCARY!". I look around at the people milling around, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a highjacked passenger plane is about to be shot down, wondering if I should tell them, but when I look up the whole scene has disappeared into the mist. I listen for several moments for a big kaboom, but hear nothing.
Calming myself, I get back in the car and turn on the radio, thinking that the radio will tell me if we are under attack. Unless they've taken the power out and the radio transmitters aren't working.
As I drive along with one eye pointing skyward, I see a sign on the side of the expressway:
AIR SHOW- NEXT EXIT.
I remember when I was a kid I used to like it when the Blue Angels came to town. Loud, fast deadly airplanes didn't make me feel at all like biting down on a cyanide capsule.
Of course, those were the good old days, when terrorists took hostages.