With some trepidation, we are about to acquire a batch of exploding cigarette loads. Apparently I never learn. Allow me to explain.
When I was about 12, my family was on vacation at Birch Bay, this was in the early 70′s. There was a little joke shop near the little amusement park there, I got ahold of whatever I could scrounge up the money for, which is hard to do on vacation. Got some of those cigarette loads, my grandma wasn’t there yet so nobody smoked cigs… BUT my dad smoked a pipe…
I put some (at least 3) in there but got bored waiting for him to “light up”… He did when I was out and from what I understand it nearly blew his reading glasses off. I got kinda yelled at, but I think mom was hiding a smirk.
Later, I put a tailpipe whistle in grandma’s Dodge Dart, but didn’t account for her being somewhat deaf. So she drove off with it and I never heard another thing about it. It might have fallen out somewhere. That was disappointing, but I learned a lesson about vetting your mark, or whatever.