A friend and I were returning home from a shoot in NE OH. We had stopped and had steaks after the shoot. My buddy's steak was not agreeing with him and we stopped at a rest stop. While he was doing what had to be done I heard something hard hit the floor and he swore loudly. His Glock 27 had fallen out of the Shark-Tac (junk) holster he uses. It bounced out of the stall he was in. I was not as, engaged, as he was so I walked over and picked up his pistol.
We had a good laugh about it back in the car but it could have been pretty bad if someone else was in that restroom rather than me.