Mace & The Blood of Christ

After all of the scares occurring in our lives with our apartment, we took upon ourselves to Inspector Gadget our place with extra security measures and mace.  After a late night of putting up alarm systems and bar locks for the doors, we felt safe enough to go to bed.  However, Brittany had one more touch to add to our safety measures.  She wanted to sleep with her mace, but wanted to make sure it could get the job done.  While one would think you would go outside to test this, Brittany decided to spray it in the sink.  Sarah awoke to Brittany screaming not to come out of her room and into the Kitchen, but while hearing Brittany choking and fumes coming in through the vents, I decided to go out and see what the hell she had done.  She had maced our apartment and we had to evacuate immediately.  For those of you who don't know, mace and small corridors causes excessive eye watering and coughing.  Note to self: Don't test mace indoors.

After having a nice night out on the town, and Sarah feeling extremely sick and pukey, Brittany made Sarah throw on a swimsuit and head to the beach.  You would think on a nice Sunday, walking to the beach would be perfectly acceptable, but given our under the weather state, we jumped on the train.  This became the most eventful train ride one could have.  2 hoodrats approached us asking where the Roosevelt stop was, so Brittany pointed them to the map.  There was also a crazy lady sitting directly behind us.  After Brittany so kindly pointed them to the map, without saying a word, the crazy lady decided to give her input.  She screamed at one of the hoodrats, she said "The reason you got that response is because your ass crack is hanging out of your pants!" And proceeded to tell him his ass crack was hairy as well.  She also stated if he dressed better, maybe the ladies would have been a bit more responsive.  The guys seemed shocked and disturbed by her comments while we were sitting there in fear.  The hoodrats continued to try to talk to us so the lady started screaming at the top of her lungs, "THE BLOOD OF CHRIST!" At the next stop, we immediately jumped off the train.  Sarah believes the crazy lady was the one who saved us from the hoodrats, while Brittany thinks she almost got us shot.  Note to self: Even though hungover, WALK to the beach.