I give the hairspray can an angry glare, daring it to do its worst.
“I know you bested me last time with that squirt to the eye.” I hiss. “Today, that will not happen! I ran hot water over the hole to make sure it is not clogged! You WILL spray where I want you to spray!”
Evil hairspray can just sits quietly, acting like it can’t hear me.
I pick it up and prepare to spray. I try to shield my eyes with my hand while leaving tiny spaces between my fingers so I can see what I am doing. I take a deep breath, aim, and FIRE!
So, hairspray tastes as bad as you would think. Maybe, I should have made sure my mouth was closed before spraying. Ewwww, sticky lips! I better go wash that off.
Well played hairspray can, well played. I will meet you on the battlefield once again tomorrow morning. I will be victorious!