I turned the lock to exit the stall. It wouldn’t budge; I turned it the other way. It wouldn’t move even a fraction. Back and forth I went and got more panicky each passing second. Options went through my mind: Do I crawl out the little opening at the bottom? Do you think anyone would notice? Do I wait patiently until the bathroom is empty and then crawl through the opening? What if I get stuck? Mind you, the movie had just finished and everyone and their dog was in the bathroom. How about I just wait until the theater closes? Or maybe I should just YELL for help!?
After what seemed an eternity, I sheepishly tapped on the stall door and half-laughing whispered “Could someone help me please? I’m kind of stuck.”
Fortunately a nice lady came to my rescue. “Let me get a key,” she stated. What? She has a key to the bathroom stall? She took a key, jammed it into the back side of the lock and after a few tries, pried it open.
I thanked her profusely and told her I was indebted to her for life! If you see the Oz movie, you will know the significance of my declaration.