You were on your usual route home when a group of men approached you. They were drunk, rowdy, and clearly up to no good. They’d cat-called and whistled at you, making lewd comments, following you down the street. You pick up your pace, but it only encourages them further.

“C’mon sweet thing,” one of them leers at you. “Come have fun with us, yeah?” They surround you with ease, leaving you with nowhere else to turn to.

Just as you’re about to resign yourself to the worst, a deep, authoritive voice from behind you suddenly intervenes, “Is there a problem here?”

There’s an immediate change in the men’s demeanor when they recognize the man. He’s a cop. An intimidating one. They’re quick to back off, insisting they meant no harm.