This was around three years ago, so I was about 21 at the time. I went to graduate school in a typical college town. I went to one of the two big universities in my state.
So during football season there were always a ton of people in town on game days.
My encounter happened on such a game day. There were tons of people out tail-gating and just a lot of traffic in general.
The university is all together on one campus, and the football stadium across the street. So it's fairly compact.
Due to this, the surrounding 3-4 blocks were pretty populated with people on game day.
I was on my way to friends' apartment to hang out. They lived in one of those places where there were a ton of apartment buildings all clumped together that only rented to students.
It took about less than 10 minutes or so to walk there.
A trip I had made many times, I never worried about it because this was right next to campus, and the area surrounding campus was mostly full of students and fairly safe.
I decided to ride my bike to their apartment to save time. I'm a female, 5'3" I'm small, but fairly curvy.
I was wearing a dress, but it was long enough to safely ride my bike without showing anything. So there I am riding my blue and white cruiser bike down the street, lots of traffic going by.
I see this man walking towards me down the sidewalk. Didn't think anything of it, I just rode past him. I heard him start whistling at me, I glance back briefly, but overall I just ignored him.
I stop at the end of the street to wait for traffic so I can cross. Im right across the street from my friend Jenkins and Montgomery's apartment.
Suddenly I hear, "GET BACK HERE BITCH!!"
I'm still on my bike, and I look back to see the creep sprinting towards me. I briefly panic, but then I remembered that I had pepper spray with me.
I usually don't carry it with me, but I had it that day.
I think, it's now or never. So, I plunge my hand into my purse and pull it out. This was a heavy duty can of mace that shot out a stream up to 30ft.
I started screaming while simultaneously spraying the mace at him. He's running into the stream of mace as I just unload the entire can.
Finally, he drops to the ground about 5 feet away from me. He's covering his face rolling around.
My mace was empty at this point, and I was pretty worked up on adrenaline. I tossed the empty can at him and calmly said, "Enjoy, fucker."
I turned around and traffic had stopped when they realized what was happening, as I had been screaming my head off. I rode my bike across the street like nothing happened.
A few people asked if I was alright, what happened, etc. I went to my friends' apartment and relayed what happened.
They found my comment to him hilarious, but needless to say they walked me home when I left that evening.
All and all he must have been on drugs or mentally unstable, because there was so many people out when he charged me. Whatever he intended, I put a stop to his creep ass.
That was my creepy encounter/bad ass moment.