If you need to blow things up on July 4th, please be careful. Light fireworks on a hard surface and keep a bucket of water nearby. Use a lighting stick, not your hands to light the fireworks - handless consumers have a tough time giving thumbs down to poor customer service. Particularly important: "If you don't understand [fireworks] or aren't sure how to use them, ask the firework experts before you leave the store."
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Shouldn't things like safety precautions be common sense?
If some idiot has not realized this, assuming he was not born just yesterday, then he deserve to get his fingers blown off.
@FunPaul: Tell that to my hoodlum neighbors. I have never been able to go on vacation over the 4th since moving to Oakland for fear my house will burn down. These assholes shoot off professional fireworks. Sometimes sideways down the street. Someday they're gonna burn the neighborhood down.
Bah. Bunch of worry-warts on Consumerist today. My youth is filled with loving memories of blowing up everything under the sun with M-80s, 1/4 sticks of dynamite, cherry bombs, Roman candle battles in the street, and the like. Nobody ever hurt once.
That is, if you don't count the little sting from holding an incher in your fingers when it pops. And maybe some singed arm hair from holding bottle rockets too long. And OK, that one kid did have to go to hospital for a cut on his face when we blew up that old commode. That was a solid day. [/wipe tear from eye]
Anyways, the golden rule is: If it's bigger than your pinky finger, you probably shouldn't hold it in your hand. Otherwise, light it and run.
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    For the first time in 25 years, I'm going without fireworks this fourth. It hasn't rained here for 6 weeks, and everything is just too dry. I'll miss the smoke, flashes and bangs, but I'm not setting my trees on fire. Heck, even the lawn remnants would go up like straw.
    Little fireworks CAN hurt, BTW. I did a LOT of stupid things with them when I was younger!
    I had a fingernail blown completely off by a little Black Cat firecracker. That was WEEKS of pain, right there!
    I also once had a pack of bottle rockets stuck in my front pants pocket, and a hot coal fell down in there and set the whole pack off. If nothing else, I sure looked like an idiot running around screaming, streaming black smoke, and swatting at my crotch! That incident ruined a pair of shorts, and I had five or so dime-sized blisters on my thigh.
    My last fiasco, several years ago was setting off an Excalibur artillery shell upside down in the tube (printed directions were wrong). It caused a massive explosion at ground-zero, and we got showered with molten plastic at 20 feet back. Two blisters from that one...










Unsafe pyrotechnics is ever American's birthright.
That's what our Founding Fathers fought and died for.