Once on a business trip I got lost in the nightmare underground beneath 333 Wacker Drive around 2AM. The “residents”, mostly huddled around burning barrels, began to move things to block me in.
Luckily a police cruiser had noticed me going down and figured I was from out of town. Just as I was beginning to think I was going to have to ram my way out the cruiser turned on his lights. That didn’t stop the blocking but the police had called for backup.
We sat in our cars and watched shadows moving in the darkness until another cruiser arrived. Only then did the police get out and the residents scattered. When we moved the barricades the police told me I was very lucky they saw me. I was escorted out.
This was only a few years after the mlking riots and the natives were still very restless.
Like you, and lucky for me a cop saw us and came to our rescue as a group of yutes were surrounding us with outward bad intentions.
Never made that mistake again.