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It's true. On saturday we went to the newly re-vamped pub near our house (it is now a specific spirits and cocktails bar. Very posh and expensive). We had a quick drink, some snacks and I went to the loo. As you do.
The toilets smelled of paint. As I closed the door I noticed it seemed to close very firmly, but I didn't think anything of it. I did those things you do in a toilet (plotted world domination) then went to let myself out. The door wouldn't open. There was no handle on the inside of the door, just the latch that locked it. I pulled harder. Nope.
At this point I started trying to get my fingers in the gaps between the door and the frame. They were too small. Ibarged into it in the hope that the pressure would force the door to swing back towards me, or at least that someone would hear me. I'd been trying to escape for ten minutes now. I opened the window. Sadly, it was to small to get through. I shouted for help, just in case. Nothing.
Twenty minutes now, me locked in a toilet with nothing to read. Locked in a pub with nothing to drink! I decided to sit and think, though I was starting to get a bit panicky at this point. Fortunately, my husband had noticed I had been in there some time and asked the barmaid- a friend of ours- to check on me. I told her the problem, she opened the door, and we went to tell the manager that he should really put a handle on the inside of the toilets.
As we left, I noticed my husbands mouth twitching.
"You got stuck in a toilet." he said.
"Yes. It's not ****ing funny."
"Yes it is. It's hilarious. It's the funniest thing I've heard all day!" at which point he didn't stop laughing for a full ten minutes.
The point of all this? My beloved husband is a monster who laughs at his wifes pain.
The toilets smelled of paint. As I closed the door I noticed it seemed to close very firmly, but I didn't think anything of it. I did those things you do in a toilet (plotted world domination) then went to let myself out. The door wouldn't open. There was no handle on the inside of the door, just the latch that locked it. I pulled harder. Nope.
At this point I started trying to get my fingers in the gaps between the door and the frame. They were too small. Ibarged into it in the hope that the pressure would force the door to swing back towards me, or at least that someone would hear me. I'd been trying to escape for ten minutes now. I opened the window. Sadly, it was to small to get through. I shouted for help, just in case. Nothing.
Twenty minutes now, me locked in a toilet with nothing to read. Locked in a pub with nothing to drink! I decided to sit and think, though I was starting to get a bit panicky at this point. Fortunately, my husband had noticed I had been in there some time and asked the barmaid- a friend of ours- to check on me. I told her the problem, she opened the door, and we went to tell the manager that he should really put a handle on the inside of the toilets.
As we left, I noticed my husbands mouth twitching.
"You got stuck in a toilet." he said.
"Yes. It's not ****ing funny."
"Yes it is. It's hilarious. It's the funniest thing I've heard all day!" at which point he didn't stop laughing for a full ten minutes.
The point of all this? My beloved husband is a monster who laughs at his wifes pain.
China's in the northern hemisphere, same hemisphere as the UK. So... nyah! =^P
