I smelled lemon and felt spray settle on my arm while eating lunch. I peeked over my shoulder, and the proprietor of the Indian restaurant was cleaning the picture next to my head with Pledge. I could feel it on my entire forearm, so I had to assume that it had settled at least over that part of the table. I was nearly done with lunch, so the choice wasn't too hard. I skipped the rice from that part of the table and picked up a new piece of naan that would have been out of the spray radius. It was likely that some of the Pledge landed in my masala sauce, but I risked it. Pledge can't be much worse than most of the preservatives they use in food.