Im usually the last to leave in our building. I'm a team leader and like to stay on a bit to do all those little things I have put off during the day without interruption.
Tonight was no different.
I went to the bathroom before I left for the day. I usually use the disabled toilets for two reasons-
1. We dont have any disabled people employed here so its always free
2. It's my own protest about our only other toilet being situated off the kitchen. Yes. OFF THE KITCHEN. I find that quite gross, don't you?
So here I am, happily doing my business, washing my hands etc.
I tug the handle to get out and...it's stuck.
My stomach drops.
I wiggle it some more.
I start to panic, because this bathroom has always reminded me a little bit of the one from Saw. Ive never seen a dead body lying in the middle of it, but surely that could happen any day.
Then the automatic light turns off.
Aaargh!
I wiggle the door hysterically, yelling out. No use- everyone else has gone home.
My phone isnt even in my pocket!
There were tears. Im ashamed to admit it.
I tried to McGyver the lock with my hairpins, but without vision this seemed to be an unlikely scenario.
Finally, I slumped down against the door and sat there, with no energy or the will to cry out anymore. I had resigned myself to the fact I was simply staying the night here.
I even did a weak little smile at the thought of me being the very first in the office tomorrow, which never happens.
By this stage I thought I had been confined for HOURS.
Suddenly, I bolt upright. I reach about 4cms under the lock I have been jiggling, scratching, banging and poking at for what felt like eternity, and simply turned the little latch.
I was so caught up in my own hysteria, that I could have simply OPENED THE DOOR PROPERLY the whole time.
Doh.
The kicker? I looked at the clock when I got out, and I had only been in that dreaded toilet for 21 minutes.
I'm so using the toilet that is off the kitchen from now on.
Hahahahaha, you are hilarious!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I would cry and scream if that happened to me. I'd also most likely swear...A LOT!
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Oh yes, there was certainly some cursing!
DeleteHAHAHAHAHAHA oh my god that would be really scary!
ReplyDeleteGood to know you escaped and are alive to blog about it
It was a close call, lol.
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Deletelol omg so funny, i would have freakked out worse than you.
ReplyDeleteGlad I'm not alone over here on my panic station
DeleteHahah! But my goodness, I would've panicked too!
ReplyDeleteHopefully I went through this so you dont have to!
DeleteHaha! I remember when I was a lot younger, I panicked because I couldn't get the bathroom door open. I pushed and pushed and pushed, but it wouldn't budge! Next came the smacking and screaming, until finally someone opened the door... in the other direction! I was meant to pull, not push :( Haha
ReplyDeleteOh Cat, bahaha. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
DeleteHahahahaha what a funny story! I would have done the exact same thing, don't worry! Being locked in the toilets was always one of my greatest fears when I was at school, it happened to a few people! Glad you're okay :) x
ReplyDeleteHa, that would have sucked. I survived to tell the tale!
DeleteOMG I was getting panic-y for you! What a nutter.
ReplyDeleteFunnily enough, our ladies toilet is off the kitchen as well. I hate it!
WTF is with that? I just dont understand why anyone would design it that way, lol. Its germy, and not to mention I dont need the ladies making a cup of tea listening to me pee, lol.
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