I was traveling a couple years ago and stayed at a hotel in Cape Cod. We did some laundry and I discovered the change machine gave out about 3 in 10 quarters that were silver. I drained the machine and ended up with 108 of them.
I remember in third or fourth grade tiny tool kits were the rage among the boys. I think I got one for my dad. It had the tiniest, most useless hammer in it, and all the rest of the stuff was junk, too.
I still remember when I was four or something like that my two older brothers learned some way to make hydrogen gas using draino and filled a balloon with it. They handed it to me lit a piece of paper, and ran off and I stood their like a dope holding it. It ended up singing my eyebrows but I believe my brothers go in an extreme amount of trouble.
Same way the aliens must of felt when Randy Quaid said that in Independence Day