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TIFU - My mum sent pictures of her vaginal prolapse to a florist..

Reddit, I am mortified but also cannot stop laughing, probably through nerves.

So, my mum is in her mid 60s. She’s terrible with all things technology related, especially mobiles. Example, for some reason her WhatsApp profile picture was (and still is) a mannequins head styling a wig and she’s no idea how it got there or how to change it. It’s so stupid we’ve just kept it there. She quite a gullible person, but it’s endearing.

Now onto the purpose of this post.

My mum, although terrible with mobiles, recently ordered flowers online for a sick relative who was in the hospital. They were fairly expensive costing around £65. When the flowers arrived, they were nothing like in the online pictures, in fact they were pretty much a day or two away from dying. She found herself pretty disgruntled at this and decided to email the florist with what should’ve been pictures of the flowers, showing how terrible they were.

Now, this is where it gets shocking. My mum recently had to go through surgery for a vaginal prolapse. If you don’t know what this is, I suggest you don’t Google it if you’re sensitive to bodily parts going a bit, wrong? She had to take daily pictures of it to show the gynaecologist at her next appointment (something to do with the exercises she was being asked to do).

My mum in the heat of being disgruntled, attaches what she assumes are pictures of the dead ass flowers, but instead somehow manages to select 5 pictures of her fucking vaginal prolapse and proceeds to send them to the florist along with a complaint.

She hits send. Email sent. Items attached.

It’s only a few hours after something must have clicked in her brain warning her she did something wrong, when she calls me and tells me what she’s done and the email has been sent.

Panicked, I go to her house and try to delete the email, but I know too well I can’t retract it. I attempt to call the florist and explain not to open the email, but they had closed for the day. All I could do was send another email apologising and begging them not to open the original email.

It’s been 24hrs and no word. I’m both nervous laughing, but also mortified from start to finish.

So there you have it, my mother folks!

TL;DR - my mum meant to send a complaint email to a florist attached with pictures of the shit flowers, instead she mistakenly attached pictures of her vaginal prolapse.

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