Wish Dying From Embarrassment is Possible > Roads are Made Out of Unknown Substances

I can't believe I did something so stupid.

I fell... I tripped... I slipped... (it's just one action),
In the middle of a pretty busy road!? What the hell!?

...okayyy, that was a lie. It wasn't actually the middle of the road. But I was certainly on the road.

I was about to cross the road (Imma on my way to work)...
I saw someone I know (sort of. I don't know his name... but I know him. So I don't know him, yet I know him...) standing on the island in the middle of the road. I took a step forward, about to cross, then remembered to look "left and right". =.="
I saw the car coming. You see, around 10 metres to my right there is a roundabout. This is Australia, no it's "Keep left". The car was coming from my right, and the dude's just came out of the roundabout - you usually can't see them until they're already turned into the road.

Anyways, I saw the car and I quickly took a step back. But the road was unnaturally slippery. I slipped. I could've regained my balance if the bag I was carrying that day wasn't... the bag I was carrying that day. I usually use a bag with a long strap so I can have my actual bag on one side and the strap on the shoulder of the opposite side. But this bag had a short strap so the weight was all grouped up in one side.

So I slipped... my bag then unabled me to stop myself from falling backwards. To stop myself from falling backwards I spun on my left foot which then caused my bag to change directions. Because of my bag's new... destination, I fell on my left leg and stopped my face slamming onto the footpath with my right hand.

Mind if I remind you that all of this happened under 10 seconds?
And that it sounds more complex than it actually is?

After landing on the ground I quickly stood back up and brushed down my clothes with my hands - I was cleaning my hands, not cleaning my clothes...

I looked up and saw that the damn car had slowed down to the point of parking in the middle of the road when he's just came out of a roundabout. I signalled him to mooooove on with my hands quickly. I didn't want to see his face.

Plus, my left leg was stinging like hell.

I crossed the road and the person I know that I don't actually know asked, "Are you okay?"
I was like, "yes, yes." You're part of the reason, you idiotic looking old dude. I'm really mean. /P

This happened three days ago. I received some scratches and cuts... and they still hurt!

What were those roads made of!??