This memory is shared by Anonymous and dates back to around 1982:
My grandmother had bought my cousin and me a pack of stink bombs and we couldn’t wait to try them out. Excitement surged through our veins as we set off on a mission to unleash the stink bombs on unsuspecting victims.
We hit the playpark, the local swimming pool, and even the public library. Everywhere we went, people held their noses and complained about the putrid smell. It was like we were celebrities, causing chaos and mayhem wherever we went.
But our luck ran out when we entered the corner café. The place was packed with customers, and the smell of fresh coffee and pastries filled the air. We broke the stink bomb, and the smell hit us like a truck. But as we turned to run, we heard the café owner shouting and running after us. Our hearts sank as we realized we had been caught.
As we trudged home, guilt hanging in the air thicker than the stink we caused, Grandma was not impressed. With her loving yet firm tone she reminded us that pranks should bring joy, not discomfort.
From then on, my cousin and I approached stink bomb antics with caution, choosing outdoor venues for our mischief to avoid causing too much distress. Despite the change in strategy, we still found plenty of opportunities to spread laughter and surprise unsuspecting victims.