Worked a little late one Friday and missed my bus back to the train, so I walked it (in SF down a dark alley in what was then a bad area south of Market). A bunch of thugs stepped out in front of me, but they were ahead by about 60 feet. They were staring me down as I walked toward them - punching their fists into their palms, the whole thing was looking ugly. My first thought was to make a u-turn and get the hell our of that alley, but I realized there was nowhere to run - nobody around to help. I was all suited up and wearing dress shoes, carrying a briefcase. So - I kept my pace up - not wanting to show my abject fear. I was very nervous. As I got closer I held my briefcase close to me on my left side, and shoved my right hand into my breast pocket inside my coat - to simulate having a gun. I thought it was the only move I had. The thugs were staring me down as I got closer. They stood in my way as I passed them - bumping me. I just stared them down, and tried to make myself look as bad and mean as I could. I got through and kept walking. I was wondering if they'd all attack from my rear. But nothing happened. I was so relieved and I'll tell you what - I was wet - cold wet sweating in my suit. I'm surprised I didn't piss myself. Scared? You bet. I admit it. I was scared shitless. I never walked that alley again - ever - day or night.