My sister (Brie) brought me a bottle of whiskey this weekend, with four helium balloons tied to it. While we waited for food at a diner, one balloon popped like a gunshot, giving the patrons a taste of fear. One man swore off coffee.
After lunch, my sister forgot her bag and had to go back to the diner. While she was gone, SK and I tied the other three balloons to the wrists of tiny dirty children. When Brie came out, she ran into three giggling joyful toddlers, jumping at the balloons like kittens at their tails. It was beautiful.