Was it my fault?

I get another package at the post office. The only thing is, I have to walk there. I'm not complaining, just saying. :) I decide to take the tram because the weather is getting colder and I'm getting lazier. I get on the tram, pay my ticket and take the easy way out. On the first stop a group of people were trying to get out, not sure what the driver was paying attention to, but it wasn't the passangers exiting the vehicle. As they are walking out, the driver (who is a woman),closes the doors on them. They "yell" at the driver and as they are continuing out the doors the lady is either yelling back or just thinking out loud. :) So on the way to the next stop there is this old lady sitting behind me. I accidentlly put my foot on top of hers and she scorns at me and says something either in Russian or Latvian. Not sure which one, but it wasn't nice. Body language is very universal. As I am paying attention to her I notice that we are at my stop. I try my best to hurry off the tram but my little feet couldn't get me their quick enough. The doors started to close, but it was where I needed to be and I started to panic because I wasn't sure where the tram will go next. So, my intincts came into play and I stuck my foot inbetween the doors to keep them open and the lady started to yell at me too. Oh well. I wasn't embarrased. I just turned my head to see if anyone was following behind, because then I could say that I helped someone else get off the tram. That was not the case. When I finally arrived I found out that the package I went to get I had already gotten the previous day. The slip was a reminder to pick up a package. I have to learn how to read Latvian!