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Well, that was... not fun. So I'm at Stef's house for a couple of days- no big deal, just getting away for my days off, you know? Her dad's house is old, and realistically speaking, it needs a lot of work that just hasn't gotten done. So I guess to that degree, this little adventure shouldn't really surprise me.
Basically, when I went to leave the bathroom, the door wouldn't open. At all. Stef and I tried ad nauseum to push, pull, yank, pry, it just wasn't working. She even took the doorknob off, and that didn't do a damn thing (we were hoping there was some kind of mechanism to push or something that would get the door open, no dice). It was really rather terrifying, actually. I could have climbed out the window and onto the roof, but then from there... I would've either had to jump off and break my neck, or wait until she got home from work tomorrow to pull a ladder out for me, since she wasn't going to do it in the dark- so I was seriously looking at being locked in a bathroom for 18 hours. We were laughing pretty much the entire time, but for me, it was a "laugh so you don't cry" situation. If I hadn't been laughing, I sure as hell would've been in tears.
I have a terrible sense of time even in the best circumstances, so I honestly don't know how long it took- it felt like hours, but realistically it was probably about 20 minutes- and Stef was trying to shove the door open for the billionth time... and it finally gave. When the door opened we seriously both just stared at each other for a few seconds like O_O. No idea why it randomly decided to open, but I'm so very glad it did, let me tell you.
I'm damn lucky the door opened randomly. I'm damn lucky Stef wasn't asleep- she's dead to the world when she's asleep. And there's a bathroom downstairs, so she probably wouldn't have thought anything of it if she couldn't get into the top one in the morning. I can see it now, where I would be waiting by the bathroom door listening for her to come home from work, then screeching "I'm locked in the bathroom, HELP!" XDDD Would NOT have been one of my better moments. Though at least if nothing else, I was in the bathroom, so it definitely could've been worse.
In the end, I have escaped the evil bathroom, which is good. I'm a bit traumatized, but it'll be alright. And I'm never closing a door in Stef's house again. ^_^;;;
Basically, when I went to leave the bathroom, the door wouldn't open. At all. Stef and I tried ad nauseum to push, pull, yank, pry, it just wasn't working. She even took the doorknob off, and that didn't do a damn thing (we were hoping there was some kind of mechanism to push or something that would get the door open, no dice). It was really rather terrifying, actually. I could have climbed out the window and onto the roof, but then from there... I would've either had to jump off and break my neck, or wait until she got home from work tomorrow to pull a ladder out for me, since she wasn't going to do it in the dark- so I was seriously looking at being locked in a bathroom for 18 hours. We were laughing pretty much the entire time, but for me, it was a "laugh so you don't cry" situation. If I hadn't been laughing, I sure as hell would've been in tears.
I have a terrible sense of time even in the best circumstances, so I honestly don't know how long it took- it felt like hours, but realistically it was probably about 20 minutes- and Stef was trying to shove the door open for the billionth time... and it finally gave. When the door opened we seriously both just stared at each other for a few seconds like O_O. No idea why it randomly decided to open, but I'm so very glad it did, let me tell you.
I'm damn lucky the door opened randomly. I'm damn lucky Stef wasn't asleep- she's dead to the world when she's asleep. And there's a bathroom downstairs, so she probably wouldn't have thought anything of it if she couldn't get into the top one in the morning. I can see it now, where I would be waiting by the bathroom door listening for her to come home from work, then screeching "I'm locked in the bathroom, HELP!" XDDD Would NOT have been one of my better moments. Though at least if nothing else, I was in the bathroom, so it definitely could've been worse.
In the end, I have escaped the evil bathroom, which is good. I'm a bit traumatized, but it'll be alright. And I'm never closing a door in Stef's house again. ^_^;;;
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Date: October 3rd, 2011 05:07 pm (UTC)From: