Beware

....of the girls bathroom in the Romney, bottom floor, second stall.

It locks you in.

Or at least it did to me. As I was doing 'the dance' into the bathroom, I hurriedly hung up my coat and backpack on the stall door, and then noticed that the door was slowly creaking open. I noticed that the lock was not lined up, so I then did some temporary adjusting to make it stay.

Once I was done with my bidness, I put on my coat and my backpack, unlocked {or so I thought} the lock and couldn't open the door. I tried to jimmy the lock. Nothing happened.

I tried my super-human muscles, nothing happened.

I tried to lift the door up while I unlocked it, still nothing happened.

After covering my mouth so the other person in the bathroom wouldn't hear me laughing, I waited until they were done to attempt my escape.

I tried agian to unlock the door, nothing happened.

Then I started to consider my options:
1. crawl underneath the door.
gross
2. crawl under the stall into the door next to me.
grosser, considering I would be crawling in a considerable close vicinity with the John.
3. wait until somebody else came in to help me
embarassing. {could you imagine for a moment. You walk into the powder room and hear, "excuse me, could you help me unlock my bathroom stall? I just can't seem to get it open!" yeah right!}
finally......
attempting to unlock the door one more time before performing option number 1, my normal-human muscles kicked in.

I walked to the sink and washed my hands, and noticed my face was pink. Oh thank heaven nobody else came in.