These stories are great!
Ok. I live on a dead-end street. Every year, one of my neighbors goes up to New Hampshire to buy fireworks. On the evening of the Fourth of July, everyone on the block gathers at the end of the road and drinks beer, and he shoots them off.
A couple of years ago, our neighbor got through about 2/3 of his fireworks when suddenly a cop car pulled up and out jumped a cop. This particular cop is a tiny woman who looks to be around 18 or so (actually I think she's about 25). She came running up to us and demanded of my neighbor, "Okay, where's the stash?"
She could have gotten my neighbor for owning fireworks, and she could have gotten most of us for standing around on a street with open beer bottles. Instead, she just ordered my neighbor to destroy the remaining fireworks, and left.
A lot of teenagers do shoot off illegal fireworks on the Fourth. When the cops got a complaint about fireworks on my street, they assumed it was more teenagers. The cop was quite surprised when she pulled up and found, not teens, but homeowners - you know, the people whose property taxes pay her salary.
