Yesterday at work I noticed a large, well-built geeky guy standing in the line to the cash register playing Angry Birds on his I-Phone. Then I glanced down and noticed that he had a can of mace of dangling from his belt-hoop.
Now I don’t know how familiar you are with Western North Carolina. But it’s not exactly a place a guy needs to worry about his personal safety and certainly not if you’re 6’4” and weigh 195.
Now, I’ve been in some scary-ass areas in DC, NYC and Los Angeles and even I (skinny, little fairy that I am) didn’t carry mace or pepper spray (Though I probably should have in DC because some guys jumped out from behind a dumpster and attempted to mug me this one time. Luckily there was a sex shop right there and I was able to quickly back peddle into it and call a cab to come retrieve me instead of chancing the walk to the metro station again).
But, back to the geeky guy again…
Perhaps he had a dangerous job?
- He works in prison?
- He’s a mailman and carries mace to squirt Rottweilers and Pittbulls?
- He’s a repo man?
- He’s a drug dealer?
- He’s a pimp?
- He’s one of those guys that refills ATM’s with cash.
No, I think he was just a major dork.