The Bathroom Prison

The Bathroom PrisonSo I got locked in the bathroom. That’s not something I usually start off a blog post about. Well today getting stuck in the bathroom happened to me. It was an odd experience for me. This isn’t the first time that this has ever happened to me. The last time was probably when I was five or six years old and at that time I locked the door and then couldn’t figure out how to unlock the door to come out. I remember it like it was yesterday, but that’s probably more because of how young and traumatizing the experience was.

Fast forward to the present and here I am in the bathroom. The bathroom has a lock, so I locked it. It also has a handle that you pull to engage the latch bolt that helps keep the door closed. Well from outside of the bathroom the handle worked perfect. It was a different situation inside. No matter how much I pulled the handle the door would not open. I locked and unlocked the door again. No luck. I tried it again. No luck. I tried, and tried, and tried, again. No luck. It was at this point that I had to pull out my phone, I was defeated and trapped. Now hopefully my cell signal will make it through the brick.

I ended up calling a co worker to come help me out. It was a ridiculous phone call but I didn’t have any other alternative. Which brings me to my final statement. Do not forget your phone when you go to use the restroom. Ever.


My name is Richie and I am a 39 year old father of two, a daughter and son. I am married to a beautiful woman named Destiny. She is the foundation of our family, and without her, none of this would be possible. During the day I work as a network security administrator for a local school district. At night I can be found illustrating books, working on websites, or creating music, but more than likely though I am spending time with my kids.

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