It’s a good thing denim breathes.
(submitted by Kerry)
My family took a 2 week camping trip to the Grand Canyon when I was 10. After packing up the wood grain station wagon, my parents, older sister, the family dog and myself climbed into the car. As my dad was backing out of the camping site, he backed into a ditch where big clumps of grass became stuck in the bumper. Dad, being in the big rush he was, moved onto the next camping site but didn’t bother to clean it out. When we hit the border of Arizona, the toll guy asked us if we were transporting any fruit over the border and my dad replied, “No, but we have a little grass in the back.” Awkward.
(submitted by Teri)