an unexpected package!
When a cheeky gift arrived in the post, Georgia Mellor, 20, from Widnes, was left red-faced...
Anyone who knows me could tell you I’m not easy to embarrass – and I love a cheeky joke.
Working as a senior care assistant at a care home for the elderly, it’s important to always be positive and smiling for the old folk.
It helped that the other girls on my team shared a similar sense of humour. We all enjoyed a good laugh.
But I’ll admit, the job could be stressful, too.
So, last December, I decided to treat one of my colleagues to a quirky stress ball as a present.
Browsing through ebay, I found that there were all kinds of shapes, sizes and colours...
‘Oh my God!’ I giggled when I saw it. A stress ball shaped like a willy!
I knew that was the one straight away.
‘What a handy little tool!’ I laughed to myself.
I had no doubt that my mate would find the tiny todger hilarious, and couldn’t wait to give it to her. It was going to be a ball – or two!
So I placed the order and thought no more of it.
Until two days later, on my brother Ben’s 13th birthday...
It was the early evening when Ben and I went to the front door to collect the post.
When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Sitting among the pile of cards, brazen as you like in a see-through plastic bag, was the penis and stress-ticles!
‘What’s that?’ I heard Ben gasp behind me.
Horrified, I spun round, saw him gawping at the see-through shocker.
The two of us looked at one another for a moment, then burst into fits of laughter.
‘I hope that’s not for me!’ Ben said.
‘Nope, I’ll take that!’ I told him, swiping up the plastic bag.
As funny as it was, I was at first baffled as to why the mini member hadn’t arrived in a more discreet package.
Reading the note that came with the bag, I learned that the original packaging had been damaged somewhere along the way, so Royal Mail had apparently replaced it with a clear bag that left it indecently exposed!
‘I’ve been shafted!’ I thought. ‘But at least they used protection...’
By then, my brother had already told my mum Nicola, 41, about the rude rod. Mum couldn’t stop laughing, either!
‘Why don’t you complain to Royal Mail that there’s supposed to be a man attached to it!’ she joked.
Tears streaming down our faces, we couldn’t stop giggling.
But then Mum reminded me who our local postman was.
‘Your uncle must’ve delivered it!’ she grinned.
He confirmed it when Mum called him later on.
‘I’m not even going to ask!’ he chuckled.
Days later, I finally handed the package over to my friend.
‘It’s great if you’re feeling a bit testy!’ I joked as she ripped open the wrapping paper.
‘What on earth..?’ she cried in hysterics.
Everyone cracked up when I told the story of its arrival!
‘It could only happen to you,’ my mates grinned.
My friends and family still won’t let me live it down, but I don’t mind...
As a cock-ups go, it was hilarious!