Carrie is exiting Jeffrey's in the meatpacking district, her arms so full of new Choos and Louboutins that she can barely see over the top box. Thus impaired, she catches a heel of the sky-scraping Manolos she's wearing on a sidewalk grate, pitches forward, and is forthwith flattened by a 14th Street cross-town bus sporting a poster of a come-hither Carrie on its side.