Mace spritzed into the air and then immediately inhaled deep within your lungs really fucking hurts. Especially two years expired mace, which one would think isn't as potent.
So, I just walked back into my front office after reading outside on my lunch break. It looked a teeny bit hazy in the office and it might have smelled a bit funny, but it didn't quite register. One of my employees, G, poked his head in and spat out, "April, get out of the there! Can't you smell it?"
To which, I--the incredible dumb ass I am--took a huge-ass sniff and started to say "Smell what--??" And immediately erupted into a spasm of coughing. I ran out of the room, practically hacking up a burning lung, as the other two coworkers down here, now sequestered in a closed office further away, giggled and informed me that coworker B had found the mace in a drawer and just spritzed it, curious about what it was. I, who almost then proceeded to puke into coworker, M's, garbage can, was not quite as amused. I started to cough so hard that I ran back outside where coworker, G, gave me some eucalyptus oil on a napkin to smell and clear the mace out of my orifices.
While I admit I did laugh and see the humor a little bit, as I now sit in my heavily aired-out office (doors and window wide open) smelling a faint stink in the hair, a head ache forming, deep in my throat burning, I said to coworkers G, W and B (B who sprayed it), "Well, I always wondered what it was like to get maced."I guess you gotta have a sense of humor, huh? (oh and please ignore that nasty freakin' zit forming on my nose. It's just a god damn stellar day,no?)
P.S. Please don't miss my post from my weekend with cute pictures...I don't normally post twice in one day so I'm sure I threw people off here but I could NOT not share this with you. My throat is still fucking burning.