Hooray for Boobies

The other day at work I almost killed a secretary while trying to open the door to the bathroom. She was crouched on the ground and the door just about cracked her in the head.

She was fervently searching for the diamond from her wedding ring. It had come loose from the setting and she just knew it was here. Reflexively my hand went to my throat, to the diamond I wear around my neck. I knew I had put it on that morning, but I didn't feel the chain. Nothing was there.

I had recently switched the stone back to the original necklace my mother wore it on. It's a little longer than my chain. Turns out it had snapped. Maybe it got tangled in my hair brush or something. I don't know. The point is - I was truly feeling this woman's anxiety.

Until I realized that my boobs had saved the day once again. Cleavage is nature's pocket!

And although her diamond wasn't buried in my bosom, the secretary found her stone too.