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In today’s edition of ‘dumbass teenage boys do dumbass shit’: a story about water balloons.
Water balloons? Sounds pretty innocent, right? Well it was… kind of.
When my buddies and I were about 16 we thought it was hilarious to chuck water balloons at passing cars. We used to all spend the night at my buddy Josh’s house, then after his parents were in bed we’d sneak out and roam the neighborhood with buckets full of water balloons. We’d hide behind trees, electrical boxes, etc. near a somewhat busy street (meaning a car every few minutes after midnight), then as one approached one of us would pop out, fire a balloon at the windshield and laugh like hell when it burst. Watching the drivers reaction was always the best part, some would slam on the brakes, some would lay on the horn, and some would just keep driving like nothing even happened, which I always found to be the most funny. Like bro you have to at least have some questions about what just happened lol.
We did this every few weekends for months, and it was all fun and games until one fateful night when my buddy Mitch decided to throw a balloon at a passing police car. Mitch was the head idiot of our group, always plotting dumbass shit for us to do, so it wasn’t too surprising that he decided to take the epic opportunity to shower a cop car. Also not surprising, after getting ambushed with a water balloon out of nowhere, the cop immediately pulled over, jumped out of his car and started searching with his flashlight for any sign of where the balloon may have come from.
We were probably 200-300 feet away from where he stopped, but being that we were all cackling like it was the funniest shit we’d ever seen, it didn’t take long for him to spot us and start running our way. After another second or two, my buddy David broke up the jubilee when he yelled “run!!” We all took off in different directions. I scaled a fence surrounding the yard immediately behind us, ran like the gifted track athlete I was, and was gone and out of harms way in no time. I decided it would be too risky to go back to Josh’s house, so I headed for home, which was a good 3+ miles away. I let myself in using the spare key out back, went to my room, and waited. I knew I had to leave before my mom woke up, otherwise she’d have known some shit went down. So, I waited until about 5:30am then made my way back to Josh’s house.
Keep in mind this was before we had cell phones, so I had no clue what had happened to the rest of the guys. When I got to Josh’s house, I went around to the basement window, looked in and saw some of the guys passed out. I banged on the window attempting to wake them up so they could let me in. Finally, after a few minutes of banging, Josh woke up and came to let me in. Thankfully his parents weren’t up yet. Mission accomplished.
It was time to get the debrief on what happened with the other guys after I bolted. I found out that two of the guys, Devin and Brent, had also not come back to Josh’s house that night, and nobody yet knew whether they were at home, or had gotten caught and taken to jail. Josh, Mitch, and David had all “escaped” together and had made it back to Josh’s house unscathed. We waited a few more hours until it was our normal wake up time, then we all headed for home. The plan was that Josh would call Devin and Brent’s houses later that day to find out their status. Then he would call the rest of us and let us know if we were fucked or not.
I waited around home for what felt like an eternity for the phone to ring. Finally, around 2pm I got the call. The other two dumbasses had made it home safe and sound. Devin had been at baseball practice for the past few hours, causing the rest of us to endure some added anxiety, but it was worth it. We were all free and clear and had an epic story to talk about for years to come. This wouldn’t be the last time we’d have to run from the cops, but the first time will always have a special place in our hearts.
Water balloons? Sounds pretty innocent, right? Well it was… kind of.
When my buddies and I were about 16 we thought it was hilarious to chuck water balloons at passing cars. We used to all spend the night at my buddy Josh’s house, then after his parents were in bed we’d sneak out and roam the neighborhood with buckets full of water balloons. We’d hide behind trees, electrical boxes, etc. near a somewhat busy street (meaning a car every few minutes after midnight), then as one approached one of us would pop out, fire a balloon at the windshield and laugh like hell when it burst. Watching the drivers reaction was always the best part, some would slam on the brakes, some would lay on the horn, and some would just keep driving like nothing even happened, which I always found to be the most funny. Like bro you have to at least have some questions about what just happened lol.
We did this every few weekends for months, and it was all fun and games until one fateful night when my buddy Mitch decided to throw a balloon at a passing police car. Mitch was the head idiot of our group, always plotting dumbass shit for us to do, so it wasn’t too surprising that he decided to take the epic opportunity to shower a cop car. Also not surprising, after getting ambushed with a water balloon out of nowhere, the cop immediately pulled over, jumped out of his car and started searching with his flashlight for any sign of where the balloon may have come from.
We were probably 200-300 feet away from where he stopped, but being that we were all cackling like it was the funniest shit we’d ever seen, it didn’t take long for him to spot us and start running our way. After another second or two, my buddy David broke up the jubilee when he yelled “run!!” We all took off in different directions. I scaled a fence surrounding the yard immediately behind us, ran like the gifted track athlete I was, and was gone and out of harms way in no time. I decided it would be too risky to go back to Josh’s house, so I headed for home, which was a good 3+ miles away. I let myself in using the spare key out back, went to my room, and waited. I knew I had to leave before my mom woke up, otherwise she’d have known some shit went down. So, I waited until about 5:30am then made my way back to Josh’s house.
Keep in mind this was before we had cell phones, so I had no clue what had happened to the rest of the guys. When I got to Josh’s house, I went around to the basement window, looked in and saw some of the guys passed out. I banged on the window attempting to wake them up so they could let me in. Finally, after a few minutes of banging, Josh woke up and came to let me in. Thankfully his parents weren’t up yet. Mission accomplished.
It was time to get the debrief on what happened with the other guys after I bolted. I found out that two of the guys, Devin and Brent, had also not come back to Josh’s house that night, and nobody yet knew whether they were at home, or had gotten caught and taken to jail. Josh, Mitch, and David had all “escaped” together and had made it back to Josh’s house unscathed. We waited a few more hours until it was our normal wake up time, then we all headed for home. The plan was that Josh would call Devin and Brent’s houses later that day to find out their status. Then he would call the rest of us and let us know if we were fucked or not.
I waited around home for what felt like an eternity for the phone to ring. Finally, around 2pm I got the call. The other two dumbasses had made it home safe and sound. Devin had been at baseball practice for the past few hours, causing the rest of us to endure some added anxiety, but it was worth it. We were all free and clear and had an epic story to talk about for years to come. This wouldn’t be the last time we’d have to run from the cops, but the first time will always have a special place in our hearts.