Really, because this stuff only seems to happen to us...
Honestly, I can't see this happening to anyone other than Agata and I.
I mean, really, what are the freaking chances??
So, Agata's sleeping over tonight. Er, today. Er, yesterday? And anyway, it's four o'clock in the morning. Yes, 4:00 AM. Not a soul is awake in the rest of the house. Agata needs to go to the bathroom, so she runs off and I shut my eyes. I'm about to drift to sleep when suddenly I hear a rattling noise. It kinda sounds like the lock on my bathroom door. Seeing as it's not out of the ordinary, I ignore it. But it doesn't stop. It continues for about a minute or so before I drag myself off the floor and head out to the hallway. All the while I'm thinking, "How funny would it be if she honestly locked herself in there?"
Because WHAT ARE THE CHANCES? HONESTLY WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF AGATA LOCKING HERSELF IN MY BATHROOM AT FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?
Well, the funny thing about that is...
"Agata, did you seriously just lock yourself in my bathroom?"
"Uhm.... yeahh...." The shaky reply.
Thus begins the half an hour episode of trying to break Agata free from my bathroom. I run downstairs and grab the first screwdriver I can find. It turns out to be a foot long, because really this scene wasn't comical enough without me struggling with a screwdriver the size of my forearm to try and unscrew screws the size of my pinky nail. After furiously trying to unscrew the two tiny screws, the doorknob finally pops out of my side of the door. I spy Agata through the whole clutching my black tweezers, because she couldn't find any bobby-pins to try and MacGuiver her way out on that side. This whole thing would have probably gone a lot more smoothly had we not subsided into fits of giggle ever few minutes. But really, this situation was just downright hilarious.
After the drama of trying to take the doorknob off, then came the drama of trying to put the doorknob back on. Suffice to say, that didn't go so well either. We actually almost ended up locking both of ourselves back in the bathroom with the only screwdriver I think exists in the house. Around 4:30 AM we gave up, and I called my Uncle Albert. After a whispered conference he told me to not worry about a thing, he'd drive over at 10:00 before heading into work and put the doorknob back on. He's a lifesaver like that. :]
So no actual casualties, though in the scuffle we managed to wake my mum up. I hope she's not angry. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her. Right now Agata and I are curled up on the floor with some sleeping bags and sheets kind of stunned. I think we're off for some well deserved rest. Though I did earn an invite to sleep over Agata's house and break any locks I find!
o__o;; Oh boyy.