Thursday, October 7, 2010
MY ADVENTURE WITH PEPPER SPRAY
Working third shift at the hotel had its advantages. My hearing loss wasn’t really an issue, as all I really needed to do was make sure all went smoothly. But it also became very difficult to stay awake. It was boring! I had to find things to do to amuse myself.
A week prior, a friend and I had been discussing a local mugging in the neighborhood. She had told me that there was someone going around, preying on younger women (which I was, at the time). I was very disturbed by this, as I had to walk to and from my car very late at night and very early in the morning. To help me feel safer, she purchased a can of pepper spray and told me how to work it.
As I sat, hunched over, at the front desk at the hotel, I had to do something. My drool from falling asleep was starting to destroy the paperwork beneath. Words were starting to blur from the lake of saliva I was pouring onto it. I decided to find something to occupy myself. That’s when I thought of my new pepper spray. So, I reached into my purse and pulled it out.
I wonder what this stuff smells like, anyway. I mean, how can a spray that smells like pepper be so detrimental to the person I spray it on. Surely it won’t do much damage. And, besides, I’ll bet it smells nothing like pepper. Riiiiight……
I decided to solve the mystery myself, that night at the hotel. So I did what any “intelligent” person would do. I didn’t just go and spray myself in the face. That would be silly. Instead, I sprayed a bit on the wall and walked away for a minute to let it dry.
Sixty seconds later, I walked back up to the spot on the wall and took a long, hard sniff.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH My eyes! My eyes!” With my arms flailing madly in the air, I proceeded to run around in circles in the lobby, screaming in agony and praying I didn’t run into anything, because I was completely blinded.
I was right. It did not smell like pepper.
The scar tissue on my retina and my singed nose hairs should be healed in about another decade.
Moral of the story: If you’re bored and you have a can of pepper spray…read a book.
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lol Michele...this post made me laugh out loud literally...keep away from the pepper spray and bring something better to do at work so you don't fall asleep.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the advice, Kym. If only I'd known you back then. LOLReplyDelete
Oh, Michele, that sounds like something I'd do. Being bored is not good! very funny reading.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Yael! Yes, boredom and me make an interesting combination. Nice to hear I'm not alone. :v)ReplyDelete
Oh. Sorry I was laughing out loud too when I read this. I bet you have learnt your lesson.ReplyDelete