Well I was walking in downtown Los Angeles with my grandmother at about 10 at night. It was raining pretty hard, but we had to walk the four blocks from the restaurant to the car. So I have my arm around her, sort of making sure she doesn't slip or anything, and in my other hand I'm holding an umbrella. I'm kind of hunched down, so I can't see what's coming really. That's where the fun comes in. I hear footsteps in fron of us, so I look in front and there's this really tall man there, like at least 6'5", who's walking in the opposite direction very quickly. I sort of just glance at him at first, but he catches my glance and stares me in the face for a good 4 seconds while he's walking past. And then, right as we pass each other, he spits right behind me and mutters something under his breath which I didn't catch and am probably glad I didn't. In hindsight, it wasn't really anything, but at the moment it was like I ALMOST JUST GOT MUGGED. So yeah.
Here's another one: I was in Prague during the 2010 World Cup, and I went to that super touristy square that's in the old town (forget what it's called). Specifically, I was there for the game where Switzerland beat Spain. And, it being an international gathering of people, there were both Swiss and Spanish people there. I was standing approximately in between the two, slightly closer to the Swiss. I also had a red sweatshirt on. So anyways, after the match the Spaniards are all pissed because of the loss and some perceived bad refereeing, while the 8 Swiss people there, all young men in their 20s who have had multiple beers each, are just going crazy, dancing around and singing, etc. Now, I don't know who started it, but people started throwing drinks. Very early in the battle, a Swiss guy threw a half-drunk beer over at the Spanish crowd, where people dispersed fairly quickly, except for a shorter woman, who I guess couldn't see it coming, and who got hit right on her knee, splashing everywhere. In retaliation, one of her friends threw a Coke bottle, mostly empty, over at the Swiss. Problem was, her power wasn't great. So the bottle's trajectory was basically going to intersect with my neck unless I moved, which obviously I did. I looked back over at the general area of the thrower, who was staring right back at me, obviously livid that she had missed. I knew then that it was time to hightail it out of there, so I did. Luckily the hotel was only 3 blocks away.
There's also shorter things, like: I almost got hit by a car in Rome. Or, I sprinted 15 minutes to try and catch a trolley in Berlin that turned out to be leaving 10 minutes later than I thought. Or, my mom going to the ER on that same Rome trip, and me in the waiting room for 5 hours eating olive crackers, then having to deal with a sodium problem from eating all those crackers.
