Locked In An Indian...

Bathroom stall!!

You thought I was going to say jail? Didn't you? I'm all about avoiding any contact with law enforcement on my trips, and this one is no exception. Although I probably could have used the Loo Patrol for this scenario.

No this event was pure humor. At least to me. I found myself in the facilities today at the office. They are basically like small rooms with an opening about 8 feet up and a 6 inch opening on the bottom.

I locked the door and when I went to open it, the door wouldn't open! The lock appeared to be unlocked, but the door wasn't budging. I thought, oh just great. I'm going to be late for a meeting because I'm trapped in the can!

I was finally able to get the attention of the non-English speaking bathroom attendant who tried to open the door in the same manner as I had just tried. Not wanting to offend the poor guy, I let him try anyway. After about five minutes of him dismantling the lock and consulting with the now growing contingent of the Indian Bathroom Attendants Union, Local 438, I finally took matters into my own hands.

Up I went over the 8 foot wall and swung down like a monkey off a branch and landed gracefully on the ground, with my arms raised just like the Olympics. I awaited the judges score for my dismount, but was only greeted by five, very small, smiling Indians. Clearly the humor wasn't lost on them, even with the language barrier. I took a bow and immediatly left the premises, but did stop to wash my hands to set a proper example.

I'm glad I can provide humor to someone who doesn't speak the same language. And I'm sure they'll be sharing the story at their next get together.