D and I were waiting for the bus. It came. We got on. I tripped, my shoe fell off the bus. The bus started moving. With my shoe on the road. I yelled. The bus stopped. I walked, one foot bare, to my shoe which had barely escaped being run over. The bus took off without me. Atlast I no longer had one bare foot. Just a dirty sole.

Everything noteworthy that happens to me, seems to happen in the vicinity of a bus. Atleast this did not involve shattered glass and run away bus drivers and angry mobs.