1/17/10: The night I almost pepper sprayed a flasher.
Last night, I was chased through the subway by a villain! I’d noticed this guy on the train. His tongue was sticking out and his lips were moving in a way that telegraphed his insanity. He jumped off the train at the same stop I did and we were the only two people on the platform. I saw his reflection in some metal as he was running to catch me. Thankfully, I had my trusty Sabre in my pocket. I turned and pointed it at his face and said the first think that came to mind, “fucking stop.” He looked at my pepper spray, made a frowny face, half heartedly blooped out his penis, and moped away. Then I called 911.
I am scarred for life yet totally thrilled with my self preservation instincts.
