Well, you guys are wonderful, sorry if I made light of it, but I think we're kidding here. I've done my time in Tenderloin bars. One night my wallet got snatched from my jacket on my stool while I was shooting pool. I was so pissed I shook down all the guys at the bar, who could have individually put me to bed in the dumpster out back or collectively thrown me across Turk Street.
Bartender lent me her phone.
Sometimes those bars had a certain ... patience with the antics of the regulars.