I was the youngest of four brothers growing up, and being the little brother would often cause me to get in unfortunate situations. When my father was still alive, he loved fireworks and Independence Day was his favorite holiday. He would often throw the noisy ones down the storm drain near the curb. I asked my mom why he thought that would be a wise idea and got the response "he was an idiot".
While he was looking down the drain, he glasses fell off his face and went straight down. Having your glasses fall is bad enough, but it was about one second before his beloved fireworks served their purpose. He still needed his probably damaged glasses (I inherited his terrible eye-sight) but it was too far to reach. So what does he do? He sends me down there (I couldn't have been older than 3) to get them. I have to imagine that he would have been in a lot of trouble if he couldn't get me out.