The Road to 'L' Do you remember your driving instructor? They sure remember you

 Mrs Shah what big..................Eyes you have 

Bloody hell her boobs were almost touching the windscreen of the car.

‘You need to move the seat back as far as it can go to give yourself some legroom.’

‘You mean to give me some boob room.’ and she started giggling again, as she struggled to move the seat further back.

‘Oh, shit can you help me, please? I really cannot get the thing to work.’

‘Sure, but you need to unlock the seat belt first then move the seat.’

‘Oh, how stupid of me.’ and she undid the seat belt and tried to move the seat, ‘no it’s no good I really cannot get the seat to move.’

‘Hang on I come around and help.’

I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side opened the door and bent down to grab the metal bar under the seat, which would allow the seat to go back. As I did so she moved and her huge boobs trapped my head between the glove compartment on the dashboard and her boobs. This really was my ‘Carry on’ moment I just hope nobody else saw this as it must have looked hilarious.

‘Oops, I’m really sorry.’

‘No, it's ok.’ I said as I struggled to get my head out, just as I managed to lift the bar and her seat went back almost taking my head with it.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Yes fine.’ and I managed to compose myself and return to the driver’s side of the car as passers-by were stopping to stare at our struggles, and laughing.

‘You should have said ‘oh matron’ what big eyes you have.’ and she started giggling again. ‘Just like that film with Hattie Jacques and Kenneth Williams, you know ‘Carry on Matron.’ she said giggling even more, as we both laughed out loud.




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