Such is the rush of feet as the people try to leave as fast as possible, you're in no position to choose the form of your saviour. You're going to have to accept the luck of the draw.
You leap towards the nearest hill, one that is momentarily paused as its owner stoops to retrieve its bag from the pile. You slam into the side, but pull yourself up onto the top of the sneaker. You won't have long before this giant (or giantess) begins walking, so you'll have to find somewhere to lay low for a while.
You could tie yourself down amongst the shoelaces, or you could squeeze yourself in amongst the tongue.
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