The story of how I accidentally tear-gassed my aunt at 3 am.

One thing you need to know about Hungary, is that there are tons of nationalist skinheads who hate foreigners (mostly gypsies, Asians, and now, thanks to good 'ol Gerorge W, us Americans) and it's practically illegal to carry handguns. So since I've had a few minor encounters with nazi skins in Budapest before, I thought I'd get some pepper spray to keep 'em away. After some research and a quick trip to ebay, I managed to find a can that was legal in Hungary, and ordered it. It was going to ship to my aunt's house. However, it never crossed my mind that other than mailing it, there is no way to get the spray to Hungary. It can't go in my carry-on bag on the plane because it's a weapon, and it can't go in my checked luggage, because it's pressurized. So I couldn't take it with me.
So I went to my aunt's house for the first time since I ordered it, and opened it up, checked it out, and thought I'd figure out how it works, so I went in to the upstairs bathroom (the one my aunt doesn't ever use) and opened the window. I didn't want to go all the way outside to test it out, so I figured I'd just test it inside. I could just leave the room, close the door and let it air out if it was too strong. So I sprayed a short burst in to the sink to see if and how it works. Little brown specks shot in to the water in the sink, and after a few seconds I started coughing a little, so I left the room, closed the door, and went back to my bedroom to let the bathroom air out.
Now, none of this would have been a problem, right? The bathroom would air out in a few minutes, I could go back in, take a shower, and go to bed. However, this was not the case. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and I assume it's my aunt coming upstairs to say hi to her nephew who crashed her house unannounced at 3 am on a Saturday. My assumption was wrong. She walked right past my door and walked straight in to the bathroom. I hear the door close, and lots of coughing. So I go out and knock on the door to tell my aunt to get out. She keeps asking why she should come out, and why she's coughing, and tells me she doesn't want to come out because she has to use the bathroom. Apparently her toilet wasn't working, so she came upstairs. Finally, after about 45 seconds of convincing and violent coughing, she came out wheezing with tears pouring from her eyes, and I explained what happened, then decided it was about time to feel like a complete ass. So I did.

And that's the story of how I accidentally tear-gassed my aunt in her own bathroom at 3 am on Saturday.