Early this evening i was stuck in the bathroom at home. I could turn the doorknob but the lock wouldn’t, well, unlock.
Oh, just great, i thought. An irritating and unfortunate thing but i thought someone could open the door from outside.
I started banging on the door, hoping someone would hear and come upstairs. They heard all right but figured i was hammering something on the wall in my room and went on watching tv.
It probably took me about 20 minutes before i got someone’s attention. And in that time, i felt so frustrated and helpless.
The house isn’t very big, just a typical double-storey terrace, but the bathroom was at the furthest point from the living room. That’s why i didn’t bother shouting cos the tv was so loud it wouldn’t matter how loud i shouted.
So i kept banging my hand, my fist on the door. Got a bruised knuckle to show for it.
I felt very frustrated because i was stuck in a place i didn’t want to be. I wanted to get out but i need to be helped. And to be helped i needed to get people’s attention. And to get them to stop their everyday routine and figure out hey, something’s wrong up there, i had to bang on the door repeatedly for 20-odd minutes. And when you’re stuck in a room and you don’t have a clock, 20 minutes feels like a very long time.
Now imagine the situation is not me being stuck in a bathroom. Imagine it’s me wanting to say, hey i have personal, emotional, psychological, communication issues and i need help.
That door is still stuck, that much i can say.
Anyway, after i finally got someone’s attention, we found that the door couldn’t be opened on the other side and had to call a locksmith.
Yeap. So after being stuck in the bathroom for over an hour, i ended the home drama on a rather humiliating note of having to pass a total stranger in just my towel to get to my room.
But relieved the episode is over.
Now why can’t the scriptwriter of my show have me stuck in the elevator at work with some cute guy? Then at least i have eye candy and i get to skip work.