I have. Coming into a dark apartment wearing sunglasses, hands full of miscellaneous junk, going up a practically pitch black staircase into a hall with all the doors closed. Recipe for disaster, it is.
Tons of times. It's usually to do with the fact that I wear ridiculously long skirts and then forget to hold them high enough off the ground. Of course, sometimes I do it because my body likes to mess with me for the lulz.