Embarrassing Boob Stories: Great Granny Bloggs and the Booby Trap

A few weekends ago we all had a good giggle when I posted this on my Facebook page:

And we proved that as well as being objects of desire to the menfolk, they could also be a source of hilarious and often embarrassing mishaps, when you commented on this follow up post:

You’ll have to go to my Facebook page and scroll down to find exactly what everyone said, as there were too many funny responses to list them all here!

But the good news is that Granny has agreed to make her debut into the blogging world. You’ll have to excuse the time delay…single digit typing is very time consuming!

Great Granny Bloggs and the Booby Trap

We have disguised Granny’s true identity as she is far too busy to be hassled for autographs in the doctor’s surgery/quilting club.

Hello loves. It’s great to be here. Can I get you a cup of tea and a biscuit?
No? Are you sitting comfortably? Okay then I will begin…

Many years ago, when the world was still in sepia, I lived in a city in the UK called Southampton.
Once a week it was my job to go through the accounts and go into town and deal with the banking. I loved my job, but it was always nice to get out of the office for an hour and take a jaunt past the shop windows in the busy main street, and getting to drive the bosses bar was always a bonus.

One warm hot summer day I arrived at my destination…(yes, this story is back in the days when the world was in sepia and England had warm summers!) People were out in droves, making the most of the nice weather, and the main street was a hive of activity. Before exiting the car, (it escapes me now exactly what I was doing or why) I leaned out of the car window…at which point the window started to close and before I knew it I was trapped, arms flailing, with one of my ample bosoms sticking out of the car window.

I desperately felt around for buttons on the inside of the car door to wind the window back down.
Click! Click!
Nothing! It was stuck fast.

Now, what is a girl to do when she finds herself in such a predicament? I had no choice but to yell out of the window to try to attract someone’s attention. In hindsight, shouting “Help! Help!” was possibly surplus to requirements. A solitary bosom hanging from a car window was probably all the attention-seeking equipment that was needed.

Finally, someone did stop laughing long enough to come to my aid. However in my frantic button pressing I had locked myself in the car and no amount of subsequent button pressing seemed to reverse what I had unwittingly done.

I gave the kind Samaritan my work number, and eventually my boss turned up to free me and my appendage from the offending window.

Needless to say Mammograms have been a breeze compared to this incident, and even fifty years on I cannot go to a wedding, funeral or a knees up without someone nudging me playfully and saying “Remember the day the booby trap got you?”