An agonizing mix-up.
He got our companion’s keys, thinking one about her keychains was a laser pointer.
It was mace.
He got a decent splash to the face and I was sitting right alongside him, so I got an exquisite portion also. For the following 30 minutes or so the ENTIRE loft was hacking and passing on and attempting to air the spot out. Indeed, even our companion who was upstairs showering could feel the impacts.
I despite everything love him however.
In our language, maple and moose are nearly a similar word.
To make a long story short, she thought maple syrup was made out of moose horn.