Natalie Bickel
Jul 24, 2017 · 2 min read

Pepper Spray, Pepper Spray, Go the Hell away

I felt it. Me. Not the alleged attacker. No. It was MY nose that was filled with the overpowering smell of pepper. It was MY mouth that was gasping for air. It was MY eyes that were burning so fiercely that I could not possibly open them.

Let me back up. It all started in a parking garage. The dark figure from the corner of my eye just walking a little too close, made me get my defense weapon of choice in ready mode. Yet, I was not forced to use it. I reached my car without any attempt of violence and drove safely to the store. That’s where everything went wrong.

As I stood in line I noticed my pepper spray still in the open position. As I went to lock the device, my finger accidentally pushed down, causing the villainous spray to enter MY eyes. I ran, out of the line and down an aisle out of pure embarrassment and fear. I kept telling myself, “You’re fine, you’re fine.” I was even beginning to believe it, until I couldn’t see anymore. I couldn’t even open my eyes. My entire face was burning, swollen, red like a tomato. I begged Siri to call my husband, but for some reason that day she just didn’t feel like responding.

Out of sheer panic I yelled for help. The kindest stranger, who I have no recollection of his identity since I was BLINDED, came to my aid. He quickly got the attention of store workers, including a pharmacist who helped me to the restroom. After washing my face repeatedly, I finally got a hold of my husband who responded to my pain with laughter.

At least I know my weapon works.. I just wish I hadn’t been its first victim.

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