I get in and out of buses and coaches about ten times a day. Sometimes less, sometimes waaayyy more! And you would think I would have gotten used to getting on and off. Wouldn't you? Today it showed I hadn't.
After I had hoovered my coach, I had to get off and start on my colleague's coach. As I took my last step down, my ankle got twisted and I fell. My colleague wasn't looking (he was washing the windscreen) and there I was: flat on the floor! Finally my colleague turned around and saw me. And you will never guess what he said: why didn't you say something!
Anyway, both my ankles hurt, but my left just that bit more (I've sprained it in the past as well) and my knee is a bit scraped. The dangers of the bus!