There are few things in this world that I get a little anxious about and getting stuck is one of them.
I hate closed spaces, caves, anything that requires effort for me to get out and today it happened.
The fact that it happened in my own home is a little sad.
My bathroom has been playing up the last few days and today as I walked into my bathroom, a gust of wind slammed it shut. Nice and shut too!
I was stuck. I couldn’t open the door, there was no way I could go out the window as I have restricted access through that room because it is on the ground floor.
I tried multiple times to rip that door open, it didn’t open. And it wouldn’t. Stupid door!
Of course, I swore my mouth off and had a slight tantrum (well slight-ish) which caused my towel rack to come flying off after I smacked in frustration. So you can imagine how frustrated I was getting at this point, and of course, today was hot… a nice hot 32 degrees.
I actually contemplated breaking my window to get out but of course common sense prevailed.
I stared at my door, willing it to open, and with one gentle ripping of the door handle, my door opened. I was free!!
I speed dialled my dad and now my door is fixed with no fear of being trapped in my own dunny.
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