Riddle me this:
If a woman falls at a zebra crossing and nobody looks up, does it really happen?
It is raining this morning, and the road outside my office is wet. There is a step down to the crossing, and the woman's foot slipped and she fell heavily onto her knees, hands and then face, kissing the wet tarmac. She let out quite a loud shriek, but the people in the cars waiting impatiently at the crossing looked, if anything, mildly peeved that she was holding them up. She eyeballed them as she finished crossing the road, but not even a window was wound down to enquire or an eyebrow raised.
This begs the question: If a woman falls on her face in public, and nobody gives a shit, what is the world coming to?
The woman who fell was me, and I came within millimetres of breaking my nose again, or losing some teeth. In fact, if I hadn't crumpled on impact I'd probably have had a nice broken wrist to show off in H's wedding pictures in a couple of weeks' time.
I wonder if they had seen blood, if they would have been more concerned? Something tells me probably not.
