Sister and I took her kids to a carnival for the 4th. Neither of them would go on the ferris wheel with us, so we went together. How romantic. I didn't see any other carts with two adults, so I figured we'de collapse the thing and send it rolling into the carnival, crushing everyone. I can't think of a better way to die. Didn't happen though.
After standing in line an hour and a half for a carmel apple which would later end up in my hair, we headed out to look at the fireworks. Became situated beside a drunk guy screaming WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL JACKSON! and MICHAEL FUCKING JACKSON! each time the fireworks exploded.
He eventually passed out in his flag chair once he'd broken his front teeth on his beer bottle.