All I have to contribute is an old sea story.....and as is traditional. it begins "This is no s***...."
When I was a lad of about 8-9 years old, I left school only to find it had been snowing and there was a good 3-4 inches of new accumulation. A bunch of the guys say com'on lets have some fun....and 10 of us take off to walk home while
throwing snowballs at the passing cars...
Thing was I was supposed to walk home with my sister who was now left standing outside the school, a bit perturbed. Fortunately Police Lieutenant P. (the names are changed to protect the guilty) drove by and saw her. He was a friend of the family and stopped to see what was wrong. Once told that Stosh was missing, said "get in, we'll drive along and see if we can find him"
They did find us and as my sister cried "there he is!!" the UNMARKED police car was pelted with a dozen snowballs. Unfair, they were driving slow and using an unmarked car...

I was picked up and driven home, where my mother proceeded to give me a tongue lashing. All the while I could hear my pop and Lt. P in the kitchen having a beer and rolling on the floor laughing.
Now I know you might say "I saw that coming".....BUT.....
about 10 years later I was home from college and went to church with my folks. Pop and Lt. P were ushers every week for as long as I could ever remember.
It had snowed and as we approached the front of the church Lt P. was outside and started ducking and hiding when he saw me coming. He wanted to pat me down for snowballs before letting me into the church.