My older brother Wayne and I were in the Boy Scouts. One time, we went camping and he had bought himself an air mattress just for the trip. Now, understand that my brother did not like to share. He bragged and rubbed it in my face about how he was going to be sooooooo comfortable.
Unfortunately for him, he pitched his tent next to the creek. That night, the creek came up and he floated out of the tent and down stream a few yards, landing next to a felled tree with sharp branches. In the morning, we heard was a lot of splashing around and some childhood cussing. He ended up with a wet sleeping bag, a hole in his air mattress, and a big bag of sour grapes. Ha ha sucka!