So I'm coming down the 34th Street train steps and this woman in front of me slips and falls hard on her ass. She gets up almost as fast as she fell and keeps it moving. Remember its been raining all day in New York, so this is very common, as I too have falling on my ass before. But the thing is I didn't say anything. Not a word, not an extended hand, didn't even blink. But before you cross me off as a biatch, let me tell you how this other woman behind me reacted enough for the both of us!! She first yelps the oh so loud "Oh My god!" and proceeds with the 101 questions of "are you alright" "did you go down hard" (lol, that was funny), "can I help you" etc. Mind you the woman was already on her feet and trying to move past the temporary humiliation. I perceived her as being alright, if she had gotten hurt then I feel I would have reacted differently or maybe I'm just lying to myself and I am a jaded New Yorker.
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