And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this sweat off my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Throne to the left of me, Shower to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the bathroom with you.
*Stealer's Wheel lyrics modified somewhat*
My Sweetie and I used the marina showers on the weekend. Because these are showers in individual rooms, we usually share so that frees up a shower for someone else. So, we did our thing, and were just gathering our things to leave, when we couldn't...leave that is. I unlatched the deadbolt, turned the doorknob, but the door she no open.
*note - I am claustrophobic in these situations, and proceed to panic, sweat, scream, pull clothes off...etc*
So I did what I should do, and started to knock on the adjoining walls and scream at the back of the door, all the while My Sweetie is telling me to calm down and be quiet.
Of course I can't.
After some time, a voice from the free world responds, and says that they will try to get us out. So they try. They jiggle the little metallic piece which has become jammed, but nothing is happening. We are still held captive in the washroom (good thing neither of us had offloaded a stinky bowel movement!).
So we continue to watch the crack of the door, in the hopes that the broken latch will soon become unjammed.
Now, picture if you will, that My Sweetie has his face planted pretty much right up against the door, peering closely at the latch. At the very last second, he moves away....good thing too because just at that particular moment, there was a loud *BANG*. Someone kicked the door in, the door flew open, and we were free!!!
But we couldn't help thinking about My Sweetie's predicament if he had not moved away from the door when they kicked it in, since they gave no warning that they were about to do so.
He could have had his nose broken. He could have had his face smashed. He could have been knocked out cold. He could have been spending his evening at the Emergency and not just the washroom.
Enjoy the pseudo earworm.....
3 comments:
I did have to chuckle a bit about you and your hubby's "lock down" experience. Sometimes providence does step in and rescue us at just the right moment -like when he happened to step away from the door! I'm not usually claustrophobic but I'm not sure how I would have handled a situation like that if I happened to be locked in alone. Now,with someone else there with me, I know I'd be able to handle it better just knowing I had someone to chit-chat and try to make fun of the situation with at the time.
Damn! He was lucky! What were those fools thinking, not even warning you they were about to kick the door in?
I don't think the guys knew that the door was going to 'go' at that particular moiment. They had been trying and trying, but nothing had been happening.
He was just lucky.
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