Headphone today, gone tomorrow

One of my pet hates (there are many) is my headphones getting tangled up on stuff. This happens at least once or twice a day—yesterday I nearly strangled myself when I spun round in my wheelie chair to speak to a colleague forgetting that they were round my neck. Last night however, took the biscuit. Picture the scene. I’m walking down the stairs at the station, weary after a day of hard work (alright, a day of work). A woman with a pushchair is coming up the stairs, so I move out of her way. As I do so, the wire of my headphones wraps itself around the folded bicycle that the man next to me is carrying. Being far too British to scream “Aaaargghhh! My headphone wire is caught around your folding bicycle!” I have to start running to keep up with the bloke who is walking a lot quicker than me. I hit the bottom of the stairs still running, round the corner, then just manage to unhook myself before the ticket barrier (that could have been interesting) and nonchalantly stroll off home.
Seriously, these things do only happen to me.