Years ago I worked for a museum in downtown Los Angeles. This museum, like most museums, was notoriously understaffed, and I had to work very late, very often.
Most parts of downtown L.A. are rather desolate and scary at night, which made working late rather worrisome.
One night after working late, I said goodnight to the security guards and left the building. The only way to exit from the museum that late at night is through the loading dock area that dumps out onto a very spooky area that is dark and unlit.
I had to walk several blocks to get to where my car was parked, and I was on guard as one needs to be careful walking around downtown at night. (Side note: I realize most big cities have downtown areas that are lively, well lit, and safe, but for some reason it is not like that in Los Angeles).
I was walking along and I saw a man heading in my direction; a very tall and very scary looking man that had crazy hair. He was coming towards me at a pretty fast clip, and all I could think was: IT'S ON. THIS GUY IS GOING TO TRY AND MUG ME OR RAPE ME. GET READY, GIRL, AND FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.
I was petrified but tried to act cool and confident, and wished I had a billy club or something with me so that I could protect myself better. There wasn't really anywhere for me to run to that he couldn't just chase after me, so I just kept walking towards him, and he kept walking towards me. As we got closer and closer to each other, I cocked my head when I noticed something askew with this man. Something didn't look quite right about him. Not right at all. He looked homeless and dirty, and he had a crazy grin on his face, and his shirt sleeves were flapping in a very odd manner. And then relief washed over me and I busted out with a huge smile when I figured it out: He didn't have arms! NO ARMS! NO ARMS!!!! There was no way he could grab me, mug me, or rape me! WOO HOOOOOO!!!
As we passed each other I gave him a huge smile and said, "HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!!!" He smiled back. I was even tempted to give him a dollar or something. But the hand-off (pardon the expression) of money might have been a bit awkward to say the least.