Thanks, Dad

The contents of a package I picked up today.

Includes: Fight Club DVD
- LifeAct self-defense aerosol spray

My dad sent me the pepper spray because he feels that I should be protected. What he seems to forget is that he's the one that taught me self-defense.

Stats:
Content: two separate charges of Oleoresin Capsicum inflammatory agent
Minimum Safe Discharge Distance: 2 feet (.61m)
Maximum Effective Range: 13 feet (4m)
Charge Velocity: 90 mph (132 fps - 40m/s)

oh, and it's splash-proof.

The website my dad ordered this from specializes in rifles and shotguns. But, under the 'LifeAct' section, exists a website that shows the 'Guardian Angel' (the aerosol I got). The instruction manual claimed that an instructional video was viewable. I couldn't find it, else I would have linked it. Even though the instructions themselves are quite amusing to read.

Ex: Step 6. "Having fired the second shot, do not attempt to take care of the assailant. On the contrary, take advantage of their condition and move out of the danger zone as quickly as possible, and then call for help." I find it amusing, as a sociologist, that though there is a male silhouette on the front of the case, all of the pictures inside are of female victims and male assailants. It's also quite funny to see that they felt it necessary to caution the 'females' against attempting to help the assailant after she's temporarily blinded him.

Anyway, here's to hoping this thing never sees use!








She was tired of his leech-like personality. This had to end. No matter where she went or what she did, there he was. When she awoke in the morning, he was there. Whenever she left the house, he was never far behind. He was always following her, attempting to gain her attention and sympathy. He needed a hobby. Or someone else to hang out with for a while. She needed a break.