Sometimes e-mails can be so annoying!
There are those “chain letter” messages, which promise something dire will happen if you don’t forward them to 25 friends. Then there are those sugary-sweet missives, complete with “awww” pictures, that you’ve got to pass on. And don’t get me started on e-cards or spam about cheap meds, hot chicks, or free I-pods.
But e-mail has its good points, too. Take today, when I received a forwarded message from a friend telling me of the new “bottle bombs” kids are planting.
Never heard of a “bottle bomb”?
Me, neither.
Turns out, it’s a pretty scary thing, and I can’t imagine having so much time on my hands to stir up mischief.
Nor can I imagine anybody thinking this would be funny.
Apparently, the perpetrators take an empty 20 oz. soda bottle and add Drano and tin foil, then leave it on somebody’s lawn, in somebody’s mailbox, etc. The gases combine in a chemical reaction, exploding the bottle (and leaving the finder with blindness, loss of fingers, and 2nd and 3rd degree chemical burns).
Not so funny, is it?
Nor are the penalties if one is caught:
- Possession without causing damage, 15-year felony
- Possession causing damage, 20-year felony
- Possession causing physical injury, 25-year felony
- Possession causing serious injury, up to life in prison
- Possession causing death, mandatory life without possibility of parole
I know kids will be kids. I know kids decry many towns because there’s nothing to do.
But when I was a kid, moping around complaining just earned me unnecessary work — like moving a pile of bricks from one side of the yard to another, or washing windows, or pulling weeds. . . .
Ah, the good ole days!
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
I read somewhere that those “send this email to 10 other people” is a way to allow the commercial originator to get access to all of our email addresses. But that’s pretty tame compared to opening your mailbox and going blind or losing fingers! Jeez!
Lynne: I also read that about capturing e-mail addresses with chain-letter type messages. What they want them for, I’ll never understand! But I just hate how guilty they make you feel if you hit the Delete button!
Thanks for sharing ,Deb.I agree with you about the “good ole days”.
Well, at least some of the “good ole days” were enjoyable! I surely didn’t like raking leaves — the actual raking, the piling them up, the billowing smoke. In my child’s mind, I was sure that was what Purgatory was like!