I've had two experiences like that. Once, I was run over by a doe while I was relieving myself in the woods on a camping trip, and the other time I was run over by my Company Commander during field ops.
And no, I was not drinking on either occasion, though that particular Commander was rather "stumbly." :)
Who was more surprised during both of those instances, you or the ones who tripped over you?
My good wife (an avid outdoors woman) theorizes that part of the curses laid down in the Garden (but left out of the good book for reasons of propriety) was one which ordained that women, for ever more, would have to squat for # 1.
I, on the other hand maintain that, with diligent practice, women would be able to overcome this curse! ;o)
"Gradnma Got Run Over By A Reindeer...." :-)