Got rushed by a tweaker on the walk home right on Portage. I could see him yelling and running at me from the left. Nothing in his hands. I just kept walking. I actually though I was going to take a hit, but he didn't raise a fist and he stopped a couple of inches from me. I just kept walking eyes straight ahead. He turned around and started yelling at somebody else.
Cotton from King of the Hill came to mind: "I can take a hit, but not to the face. It's how I make my livin'."
I think I'll be glad for winter though.