Pepper spray in the Bishops office!!!

Doesn't that title intrigue you? It's true. I carry pepper spray in my purse for my job. We were in the bishops office and I was trying to find snacks for the kids to keep them quiet and they started coughing like crazy. Then I breathed in and I seriously thought I was being poisoned. Seriously. I could not stop coughing, not even enough to ask what the crap was going on. Then Michael started coughing uncontrollably. The bishop at this point was laughing at us because, obviously, he could not possibly know what happening to us. Then Micheal says, "I..cough...think...cough cough.....your pepper....cough...spray...cough..went off." How does this happen? I have no idea. But we couldn't breath or see. If you ever wonder what it feels like to breath in pepper spray, just take a hand full of pepper, mix it with fire and death and snort it up. So I took my purse out and walked back in and the bishop has now gotten a big whiff of it and now he can't breath. So we're all dying coughing and laughing and crying. What a night! I have no idea how I'm going to clean out my purse. Seriously. I can't even open it without the gas coming out. I think I have to throw it all away. Its really strong stuff. I'm glad I haven't had to use that stuff yet at work, the whole office would have to evacuate. So this was our evening. My lungs are still burning.