Tripping With Anna

I can't get this this story about Anna Wintour tripping and falling and the intern running away instead of helping her up out of my head.
I've been in the immediate presence of Ms. Wintour exactly twice. Once, when I was a very young intern, I was responsible for escorting guests at a dinner party for Karl Lagerfeld to the private dining room located upstairs at a restaurant. She was nothing but gracious, and had she tripped on the stairs I wouldn't have hesitated to help her. How could one not?? I don't care how fearsome she is, it's just psychotically rude not to help someone up, and I would have rather been fired for helping her then to just let someone lay on the floor. Or worse, tumble down a flight of stairs.
The second time I was near her was many years later, during one of those famous Conde Nast building elevator experiences. The Vogue offices were located off the same elevator banks as the magazine I was working for at the time. She was waiting for one, and I was late, so I got in with her. Yes, I was nervous, but she actually smiled at me before turning to face the front. And I am not embarrassed to admit that it made my entire day.
No, wait, I am embarrassed that it made me happy. That is SO GAY!!!!!!