Yesterday, I was all set to vent some outrage on this story — someone left a tennis ball rigged as a bomb lying in the streets of Fairhaven, Massachusetts, where it was found by a group of kids. It burst into flame during the course of the game, but luckily no one was injured. The police were immediately all over this, suspecting it was a sick stunt designed by some psychopath out to blow up some kids.
Well, the truth came out — and it’s still pretty bad. A group of teenagers from out of town had rigged up the tennis ball bomb as a lark, and when it failed to detonate, just tossed it in the street — where the kids found it.
I was reminded of an incident that happened one Fourth of July. A friend of mine was setting off firecrackers. He told me that he’d tried to set off a whole string at once, but tripped and dropped them, and they failed. He didn’t dare try to set them off again, because the fuse was too short now.
“So, what’d you do with them?”
“I didn’t touch them.”
“So, they’re just lying out in the street?”
“Go and get rid of them. Now.”
He promptly got all bent out of shape, insisting that I had no business ordering him around, that I was out of line, that I should apologize. I instead ignored him and started putting on my shoes to go deal with it myself. The notion that he had left firecrackers, with incredibly dangerously short fuses, on the ground in a neighborhood with small children seemed less of a priority to him than my affront to his independence.
Some people just have no sense of responsibility. I hope the police find the morons who left their little bomb lying in the streets, and lock ’em up for as long as they can.