The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
So last night, I went to open the bathroom door, heard a loud 'ping' (as the mechanism inside broke) and the door handle ceased working immediately with the door closed. Nice.
I had to carefully take the frame apart to 'persuade' the door to open by flexing it which all took a while and then I got to thinking... what would I have done if I'd been in there at the time?
I wouldnt have been able to kick it down (despite my immense strength) because it closes up against the stop in the frame - and kicking through it would have been interesting! - If I'd opened the window and attracted attention, I could have got out by a ladder, but then I wouldn't have been able to get back into the house (because the selfish basserd with my spare key is in Oz) -
So there you are - a bit of drama but it wasnt really in the end... I dont know why I bothered with this...
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I'll take arrogance and the inevitable hubris over self-doubt and lack of confidence.
"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face" - Mike Tyson
I have an irrational fear of being trapped in a small place like a bathroom. But if its a choice between bathroom and elevator, I'd choose the bathroom.
indeed. At least you could eat the soap. It's like cake you know.
Presumably, like MacGuyver, you'd be able to fashion a cutting tool from your toothbush, floss and a razor blade and slice your way out.
Or perhaps you'd be more A-Team-like and build a tank using only the toilet seat, a shower head and the bath mat! Then you could simply shoot your way out!
Er... Susan... I have a horrible feeling that me and Catfish are going to, ah, accidentally get locked in the bathroom on Bank Holiday Monday. A roast dinner would be lovely. With pudding.
My skills are more in understatement than in drama! I could, I suppose, throw in the moments of indecision as I pondered my alternative escape route, which would have involved leaping onto the stairs, through the then-missing bathroom wall. As it's quite a significant drop, & my stair are very steep, I came to the conclusion that being stuck in my bedroom was preferable to lying at the bottom of the stairs with broken bones.
