Brings up a ridiculous memory of young motherhood when pre-teen son of weezie would delight in gathering ketchup packets, placing them under car tires in the parking lot and waiting for the rude noises produced when those cars backed up. Boy-centered hilarity of the particularly hapless kind.
Then mom would oversee the clean up while mildly berating the junior hooligans. I need to remember this for the post Thanksgiving table "Laughfest At The Expense of Others Festival..."