The lock on the door knob spun around.
I turned the door knob.
It wouldn't budge.
I turned the door knob in the opposite direction.
I jiggled it furiously.
I pushed, and I pulled.
It still wouldn't budge.
I stood back, looked at the door, and realized...I could potentially be locked in our creepy basement bathroom forever.
My cell phone was sitting on my bed. Upstairs. A lot of good that did me.
I began laughing. I was laughing so hard I couldn't even call out for help. Every time I tried to holler, "MOM! DAD! HELP!" I'd start laughing again.
So I pounded on the door.
