I've been mulling over similar "violating" incidents in my life. The first one (of four) happened during my year in Cleveland when I, along with a few other school friends, had what was a mostly enjoyable job driving Yellow Cabs. One night I was in line at a cab stand downtown, and when this guy got in and told me his destination, I made a valiant attempt at fighting off the feeling of "here it is, this is not a good one, and it's happening to ME this time". Minutes later we were about to make our final turn down a side street and I remember saying some silly casual thing in the hope that he was about to get out, when I felt him press something cool against the back of my neck as he said "now just do as I say".
Long story short: He took whatever cash was there, tossed the ignition key out in front of the cab, and told me I'd been good and to wait five minutes -- whereupon I could get out, take the key, and leave. I'm happy to note that I'm here to tell about it.
All of us had at least one incident like that during the year we were driving. We really liked the job, otherwise, and we had no problem returning to work after these things. But, wow, think of something like that happening now, and it's enough to make you not want to leave the house.
