If You See Something Say Something

Ah, End Of August '04. Hard to believe it's been a year since the RNC decended upon the city. My office fell in the shadow zone. I was hoping we'd close down. Perhaps if we were in the safety zone.....Nah, we'd still be open and I'd be singing "Safety Zone" instead of "Safety Dance." As if the inconvenience wasn't enough, every morning one of my coworkers would come in complaining that no one thought she was a terrorist and what does she have to do to be mistaken for a terrorist. I mean EVERY FREAKIN MORNING.