[ WP ] A Minor Event

The woman walking down the street was no one of real importance. History would come to give her the arbitrary name of Amy. She was a bright young girl starting her first day at a new workplace. After months out of school she finally landed her dream job. Everything was perfect. Amy had gone shopping the week before and her entire outfit was planned perfectly. A light cyan cardigan with a white blouse and matching skirt. The skirt was a little longer than she would have liked, but felt it was more professional. Maybe even as a woman she would be taken more seriously with this attitude. None of this was important since the unifying piece to her wardrobe were her name brand satin pumps. They were her graduation present to herself as the first woman to have completed college in her family and had cost more than the rest of the outfit combined. 
 
 Amy walked down the street to her new office, standing tall and proud as the men in their plain black suits watched her glide by. And then, she fell. Almost comically, the heel to her perfect, brand new, name brand, pumps would land just right in a grate on the sidewalk. As she lifted her foot up, the heel stayed stuck, her toes kept going, and changed her vector from forward to pavement. 
 
 The most interesting part was the sudden flock of men who came rushing to the lady in need. Although an outfit covered in blood from a broken nose did n't make the greatest first impression on them as they got closer, they were all ready to help. 
 
 The police and ambulance eventually came. The ordeal was marked off as one for the funny papers. None of the men helping could have imagined that the thirty minutes they'd spent helping this poor woman would make them unable to affect the horrible chain reaction happening a block away. And that by the time they noticed, it would be too late. 
 
 Amy, as history would forget her true name, was admitted to the hospital of a broken nose caused by an accident on Wall Street and Pine, Tuesday, October 29, 1929.
