Navigating the streets of New York -- whether it is raining, snowing, or
summering -- is treacherous. And I'm not talking about the brazen cab
drivers or the City Sights double-deckers. Or the bike couriers. Or the people handing out flyers.
I'm referring to the concrete under your feet, the stairs, the intersection ahead of you.
One time a friend of mine and I were walking across the street in Chinatown and she totally fell down. And I froze. I didn't immediately drop down to help her up. I was shocked and freaked out. I don't even remember if I actually helped her up. I'm a horrible friend. And some tears of shock fell from her eyes and then we whipped our hair back and forth and got over it.
But then this other time, another friend of mine fell down in the street while trying to cross a street somewhere else, and people came running. I wasn't there to witness it and come running (or just stand there all dumbfounded again); I just heard about it. When people come running, that's when you know it's bad. Eventually, she made it home, but her ankle was swollen, and she was trapped, TRAPPED in her apartment. The swelling subsided and she could regain her mobility the next day, but could you IMAGINE? What if she'd broken something? I CAN'T. DON'T.
I once saw an old man leaning against a building in midtown east, holding his bloody nose, because he took a tumble trying to walk 8th avenue like a normal person. Shit was fucked up.
Guys. Be careful. Feet are sensitive.
I'm referring to the concrete under your feet, the stairs, the intersection ahead of you.
One time a friend of mine and I were walking across the street in Chinatown and she totally fell down. And I froze. I didn't immediately drop down to help her up. I was shocked and freaked out. I don't even remember if I actually helped her up. I'm a horrible friend. And some tears of shock fell from her eyes and then we whipped our hair back and forth and got over it.
But then this other time, another friend of mine fell down in the street while trying to cross a street somewhere else, and people came running. I wasn't there to witness it and come running (or just stand there all dumbfounded again); I just heard about it. When people come running, that's when you know it's bad. Eventually, she made it home, but her ankle was swollen, and she was trapped, TRAPPED in her apartment. The swelling subsided and she could regain her mobility the next day, but could you IMAGINE? What if she'd broken something? I CAN'T. DON'T.
I once saw an old man leaning against a building in midtown east, holding his bloody nose, because he took a tumble trying to walk 8th avenue like a normal person. Shit was fucked up.
Guys. Be careful. Feet are sensitive.
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