Too much wood goes against the grain.
Camper van ruffles feathers
Charlie shares her unforgettable road trip from Melbourne to Brisbane this year, in a Wicked Camper. She writes: "The plan was for my female friend and I to pick up the rental camper from the headquarters, then speed to the airport to collect the remaining third of our posse (a guy) and begin our cross-country adventure. At the rental headquarters, the doors of the chosen van were open and obscuring the true glory of the artwork, and as we were rushing to get to the airport, it wasn't until later when we pulled up at a gas station that we realised what van the charming young man had chosen for us. (In large letters the word "massive" and below that, a picture of a rooster). At first we saw the funny side, given that it was girls whom the van was selected for, however the humour quickly evaporated and turned into embarrassment as we spent most of the trip avoiding playgrounds and death-stares of horrified parents and shocked little old ladies."
Stupid arguments
1. "I had an ex-girlfriend argue with me over 'which would weigh more, a pound of bricks or a pound of feathers'. We went back and forth while I tried to explain it to her. It did not help when her mother chimed in with: 'What about a pound of wet feathers?' The apple does not fall far from the tree."
