As a pet owner and pet sitter, I dread the 4th of July and New Years Eve celebrations.
This year, I had a kitty-sitting job in a nearby town. When I turned onto the client's street, I was confronted with a freakin' war zone of drunken parents swilling beer as their 10-year-olds set and lit big firecrackers/mortars in the middle of the street.
As I carefully wove my way around and through the pyrotechnics set up in the middle of the road, I heard "Get out of here, asshole!" and "You don't live in this neighborhood, bitch!"
First time I was ever afraid for my own safety while doing a pet-sitting job. Hell, this was first time I was ever afraid for my own safety
at all here in WA state. I called the cops, and one arrived within 10 minutes offering to escort me out of the little housing development to safety. "There's nothing I can do to stop them," the cop told me. "It's the 4th of July."
Yeah, fuck that.