It was, though weirdly my corresponding memory is the wee old lady standing next to me at the bus stop. You know the type, really old, bit deaf, slightly away with the fairies...
"Was there an accident, son?"
"Yeah, a man got hit by a car."
"Oh that's a shame. Is he hurt?"
"I think he's dead."
"Oh, that's terrible.... he'll miss the Celtic match now!"
This went on and on...
And then the next day, soon after I found out he died, who did I bump into? That same wee old lady!