Sideswipe: Burger draws all kinds

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The lure of the Double Down on launch day at Greenlane KFC. "Not only is the queue out the door," says this reader. "But even those health folks in the Auckland regional public health car can't resist the drive-through."

Meet you at the lock-up

Not the most romantic of rendezvous locations, but self-storage units are becoming a destination for couples having illicit affairs. Self-storage owners in the US and UK have discovered people using their lock-ups as a private space to meet up. Owners have their own keys; the units are windowless, therefore private and are more discreet and cheaper than a hotel. A small storage unit, about 3m by 1.5m, can be rented for about £60 ($124) a month. One storage company manager in London said: "If you bring in drugs or explosives then you're thrown out straight away. A visit with a lady friend? Well, I suppose we'll turn a blind eye, though it's hardly going to be very comfortable, is it?" (Source: Metro.co.uk)

Freshly frozen perhaps?

Buyer beware: Fresh can also mean pre-frozen. Hooked in by the sign outside Farro Fresh in Mt Wellington, Liz nipped in to buy some Bluff Oysters and was told to wait, "we're just defrosting them". What?! But the sign says fresh, she complained. And at $25 a dozen, the price was certainly for fresh.

Job colloquialisms

Rex writes: "I worked in a factory where printed rolls had to be compressed through a large automatic hammer. The machine made this continuous plonk, plonk, plonk, noise ... the machine operators all became known as 'plonkers'. Probably not a good look on the CV ..." Another reader says that in the aviation industry, flight attendants are known as "bun runners" (which is a lot nicer than other things they used to be called) and many years ago when the first female Air New Zealand co-pilot started flying there was a standing joke that the cockpit would now be known as the box office.

Wedding in front, so far

The Woman's Weekly claims this year's royal nuptials were the "Wedding of the Century". A reader writes: "Although not feeling the need to back up the magazine it still stands correct in its phrasing. Similar to one saying 'Today was the best day of my life' [with, we presume, many days still to come] it means to this point it is the best day. So, it can be said to be the 'Wedding of the Century' at this point as there are [apparently] no other qualifiers for the title this far into the century."