Mostly I feel safe in this city, some days, not so much. Today the president of my company, trying to be helpful, advised me to pick up some bear-spray. I completely misunderstood and in my mind the conversation went like this:
The Pres: “Alice, do you have hairspray in your purse?”
Me: *thinking: what is wrong with my hair?*
“Um..no, but there’s some in the bathroom”
The Pres: *looking confused*
“Oh. Well you should think about getting some. For your purse.”
Me: “Oh…ok, I’ll look into it…”
Meanwhile, I dart to the bathroom and realize that he must have meant BEAR spray. We had been talking about a women getting attacked downtown.
He’s probably really confused as to why there’s bear spray in the womens washroom.