“Do you want to keep the cash or take what’s behind the curtain?”
I remember this night oh, so well.
Chris and I attended a vows renewal ceremony a while back and at one point during the evening, I had to use the washroom so I mentioned to Chris that I’d be right back. The washroom was quite magnificent and for a kinesthetic person, I couldn’t resist trying out the tantalizing display of creams, mouthwash, soaps and perfumes. Once that sensual experience was over, I headed to the stall, which wasn’t actually a stall but a separate little room that was completed isolated from the other stall-rooms. I locked the door behind me, did my business and when I tried to unlock the door, I couldn’t.
I was stuck in the bathroom – a bathroom that was a room in and of itself. I must have tried twenty times to unlock the door, without success. I sat on the toilet and humbly resorted to Plan B.
I texted Chris with this message:
Please ask Amy to come into the bathroom and get me out of here! I’m stuck in the bathroom stall!
I waited…another five minutes, hoping to be rescued. Unfortunately, Chris didn’t respond to the text. He was too busy talking with Amy.
Plan C – yell for help.
I felt so humiliated but decided to swallow my pride, since I didn’t have a Plan D.
I waited until I heard the click of high heels on the tile floor.
“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?
Silence. I think that woman ran for her life.
I waited a couple more minutes and finally, another high – heeled woman walked into the bathroom.
“Hello? Can you help me? I’m stuck in this bathroom stall thing!”
“Oh, yeah… you picked the wrong door.”
I had to smile – I felt like I had chosen the door with the pet donkey on The Price is Right.
“Last time I was in here, I went in that stall – you gotta’ turn the latch really quickly and aggressively.”
How can a trip to the bathroom become this much of a challenge?
The woman continued to coach me on the intricate dealings of unlocking the door and after a minute of strategically turning the notch at a precise speed, I managed to escape.
It was nice to put a face to my rescuer’s voice. We shared a good laugh together and I’m sure she snickered her way through the story she told her husband when she returned to the festivities. No question – it’s a strange way to meet someone but well…maybe THIS is why women always go to the bathroom together – the one time I ventured out on my own and look what happened!!