Habits

It would seem that I like to get stuck in ridiculous places, like tunnels. Also bathrooms of Burger Kings. However, this time I was being completely normal and not asking for trouble, unlike aforementioned tunnel incedent.

Okay. So I'm in Burger King because Jeff decides that he wants a burger. And that this Burger King was the place to go. So I decide to use the bathroom. Upon entering this bathroom, I notice that the doors are not the usual cheap doors with the latchey slide things. They are actual doors, with handles. Handles that raptors can open, not knobs. And little push locks that automatically unclick when you turn the handle.

Anyways, I use the handicapped stall because the other door looked closed. I do my business, I wash my hands. I turn the knob and walk forward. And I am stopped by this aforementioned door. I pause. I step back. I look at this door. I attempt to walk through it again, only to be stopped. This door is not opening. I push a little harder and more frustratedly. I relock and spin the handle, just to be sure that the door is unlocking. I shake the handle furiously. The door remains shut and I remain trapped inside. I step back and examin this door. It's smaller than a normal door, but inside of a frame, so that there is maybe 6 inches of empty space above the door and a foot below the door. I contemplate going under the door. It would require me sliding completely on the floor, and even then it'd be tight in a few places. And I would end with Burger King floor residue on me. I decide that dying in the bathroom stall is preferable to dying by Burger King floor disease.

So, now I know that I cannot escape. I am alone in this bathroom stall. I can either yell really loudly, sit in the corner and decide how long I can live on the gum in my purse and the water in the sink, or call somebody. To save me. In the Burger King bathroom... I could call 411, ask for the Burger King in Deltona, hope they send me to the right one, and wait for some employee to save me. Or I can call Jeff. I figure he can get over social standards and enter the Ladies' Restroom to save me. But he doesn't answer. So the next logical call to make is Gauraw, who is two hours away in Tampa.

"Hello?"
"Gauraw! I'm trapped in the bathroom at Burger King!"
"Uh....what?"
"The door won't open! I'm stuck in the stall!"
At this point I begin laughing, and maybe almost crying becuase it was all so ridiculous. Gauraw, however, remained quite calm. I think he asked me soemthing helpful like, "Did you try opening the door?" and "Is the door unlocked?" I assured him I had tried everything, and even tried ramming the door down with my shoulder just to prove my point, since he could obviously see my efforts on the other end of the phone. He offered to try calling Jeff for me. And I was left alone.

So I stared at the door, spun the handle, and tried ramming through it again. And the door opened.

I went back into the restaraunt area and found Jeff, waiting in line for his foodstuffs. I told him how I was trapped. He laughed. I then called Gauraw back and told him I was free. Gauraw laughed, too, which he didn't do earlier so as not to upset me or something. Then Jeff and Gauraw talked and both laughed together at--not with--me for getting trapped.

And that is the story of why I love my friends.