AWomanWhoFell
Itwasrushhourand1wasdashingtoatraininNewYorkCity’SGrandCentralTerminal—AsInearedthegate，aplump，middle—agedwomansprintedupfrombehind，lostherfootingonthesmoothmarblefloorandslidontoherback.Hermomentumcarriedherclosetomyshoes·BeforeIcouldhelpher，however，shehadscrambledup.Gaininghercomposure，shewinkedatmeandsaid，“Doyoualwayshavebeau—tifulwomenfailingatyourfeet?”