In the early 1990s, while working the Second Precinct desk in Huntington, an agitated gentleman walked into the precinct demanding to know what this foreign object was that someone threw into his swimming pool. It was made of glass and filled with a liquid substance. The desk sergeant, one of the funniest men I've ever met, heard the conversation and came to the desk to take control of the situation before we even had a chance to respond. He took the object and before he could even get a good look at it, dropped it. It broke, and we instantly knew what it was ~ a stink bomb. We left the poor sergeant alone and disappeared to laugh our butts off. He was very embarrassed about the incident and we of course never let him forget it.
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