This morning my daycare mom asked if her little girl told me about their bathroom episode this past week. It seems they have been having trouble with the lock mechanism on the bathroom. She worried about one of the girls getting locked in. Well, it happened this weekend. But to her. She went into the bathroom and the door seemed to be working fine. But she had made the mistake of locking it. We all know, how that is. Sometimes that is the only privacy we get in a day. Anyway, she said when she turned the knob it came off and there she stood with it in her hand. She was stuck. She yelled at the girls to get Daddy. She said he got her out by taking the door mechanism totally off. Her youngest girl decided they didn’t need to buy a new one because she liked having a “pirate’s spy hole”
Got me thinking about the time I got locked in a bathroom as a child. My cousin and I were playing at our Auntie Ann’s house while our moms and Auntie Ann visited. I went to the bathroom and my dear sweet cousin locked me in. Era of skeleton keys. She ran home, 4 houses down the street, and on her way threw away the key. And, of course, no one had a key that would work. Finally, after a lot of “What should we do“by our moms and Auntie Ann, some fellow, don’t remember who, came and took the door off and I was freed. Let me tell you. I have never forgotten that day. Wonder if my cousin remembers that day like I do. Got stuck in an elevator once. That was pretty scary, too. Have you ever got locked in some place? It is something you don’t forget.