Mace Pepper Baton -
Self Defense ArticleChristy
waited tables at a hip little bistro a few blocks from her apartment. Though
she loved her neighborhood, she always prepared for the unexpected.
One night, one of the diners got a little out of hand. She could put up with
rude customers, and she could even tolerate patrons who had a little too
much to drink. She and her boss agreed that anyone who tried to lay hands on
her or on any of the wait staff would end up enjoying the rest of their meal
"to go."
So her boss ejected a customer who looked like a rumpled college professor
after he tried to pinch Christy's bottom. The guy created a huge stink, but
the customers applauded when he fell down the steps and landed on the
sidewalk with a thud.
Later that night, after Christy banked out and counted her tip money, she
headed back down the street to her place. She thought she heard footsteps
behind her, but saw nobody when she swung around.
Another block away from the restaurant, she thought she heard a trash can
rattle. Still, she couldn't see anyone in the shadows.
Only a few steps away from her building's front door, Christy heard someone
sneeze. She whipped around to see the drunken customer from earlier that
night.
He lunged at her, shouting, "I'll show you!"
Instead of bolting for the door - she wouldn't have made it in time, anyway
- she pulled out her keys. Instead of a usual keychain, Christy carries a
Mace Pepper Baton. It's small enough to fit in a purse, and durable
enough to inflict pain on an attacker.
As the drunken patron grabbed for her hair, Christy ducked down and slammed
the Pepper Baton across his kneecap. Wincing in pain, he buckled over
and made another swipe at her. She retaliated by holding onto the baton and
swinging her keys against his face.
Stumbling, the attacker made one last grab. Christy pointed the baton at
him, unleashing its secret weapon - a blast of debilitating pepper spray.
Christy's attacker crouched on the sidewalk while she dialed 9-1-1 on her
cell phone.
"Next time," Christy said, "stick to what's on the menu."
It would be nice to believe that nothing
will happen to you, but the reality of it is that an ounce of protection
could be worth more than a pound of cure. What is Worth Protection to you?
Your
belongings? Your family? Your personal well-being?
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