This happened 5 minutes ago and I never want to leave the house again.

About a week or so ago, I got a note through my door saying that my package couldn't be delivered, and that I'd have to go and pick it up from the local postal office. I've been putting it off for a while now, mostly because it's not that close, the place closes at awkward times, and I've only just recently moved to this area, but I decided that today is the day I would go and finally pick it up.

I leave the house, walk 2 minutes up the road, and try to arrange an Uber (I can't drive). Not a single one is accepting the ride, and I decide that this is a sign I should go home and try again tomorrow, taking the bus instead (wouldn't have had time to get there today). Almost immediately after putting my phone away, I hear a group of people round the corner behind me, mocking what sounds like my coat. "Wow, this guy must think he's Harry Potter of something". After hearing that soul crushing comment, I start walking back to my house.

Life wasn't finished with me yet, however, for as I began to approach my house, I see another poor soul having a bad time. Directly outside my house, a man on his bicycle tragically and dramatically, in what appears to be slow motion, over the course of roughly 7 seconds, falls off, somehow managing to pull his jeans down with him as he goes down, revealing his underwear. This is a main road, I've got a full view of this from behind, and 2 women ahead of him witness the entire thing.

As a fellow guy, and follower of bro code, I looked down and pretended not to notice the scene, promptly pulling out my keys and going through my front door. Behind me, I can hear the 2 women approach the man, asking him if he's okay.

TL;DR: I've been bamboozled by the postal office, mocked by a group of strangers, and now I feel like shit because in hindsight I should've asked the guy if he was okay and helped him up.

All within 10 minutes of leaving the house.