Following is Brianna's Facebook post from today's adventure. I wonder how this will improve her impression of Vietnam...
Today as I jiggle the lock on the bathroom door I realize it’s stuck. My mom notices my absence and my dad comes to help. He tells me to push on the lock as hard as I can. Already done that dad. Continue to next post
After about fifteen minutes of jiggling the impossibly stuck lock they go down to ground level, we're on the second floor and they want me to somehow stick my head out of the tiny window that's seven feet up from the floor and have me catch a pair of pliers that they're going to throw up to me. There is no way I’m standing on that urinal. Continue to next post.
Reason number one is because it's just plain gross and number two is that it will probably collapse on me. That plan fails so they come back up and smash one of the panes of glass that's in the door. Why glass in the door of the bathroom? I do not know. I stand in the corner while they smash it and then my dad hands me my shoes. Continue to next post
After a failed attempt at twisting the lock with pliers we break the lock and then screw off the whole handle and metal part to find that the metal has been twisted and warped that attaches to the bolt. They call up a maintenance man and by that time math is over and lunch has started and Foster hands me a Styrofoam container full of French fries. Continue to next post.
Yum! I sit on a plastic red chair while the man peels layers of wood off of the door so he can get the bolt out. Finally after lots of hacking and banging I’m free. Yay! And that is the story of how I got stuck in the bathroom. At least I got to skip math.
Exciting! (I have 75 minutes of math today) :P
ReplyDeleteBrianna: You must have had time to figure out the area of the room, its square footage, length, width and depth. You must be ready for geometry by now!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I wouldn't have been in the bathroom without shoes, much less climbing on the urinal!
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