Wysi·Wyg Volume I, Issue 3

Locked In

by Barbara H.

With no outside help, I have managed to trip over a standing table, called some random person who really had no clue who I was, and there are others that I just don’t remember. Then, of course, there was the locking myself in the bathroom incident. I guess I could tell you about that. I mean, it’s not like I try to do these things; they just naturally happen. I don’t think of myself as a klutz, but rather a person with an interesting life. Wouldn’t you agree? Well, in any case, on with the story.

So one summer while I was in Spain, my family and I all went to my uncle’s house in the mountains to spend a few days there. It may have been on the first day that we spent there, I can’t quite remember, but continuing the story, my parents and my uncle had gone on a bike ride, and I was left at home with my aunt and my grandparents. Obviously, at some point I had to use the bathroom, so I did. I went in the bathroom and locked the door, just like a normal person, but when I was all done and ready to leave the bathroom, I couldn’t. Naturally that wasn’t the place that I really wanted to spend my time, so I yelled for help. Eventually my aunt came to the door, and I explained to her that the reason I was not coming out of the bathroom was because it was, well, stuck.

Now I don’t know if you are aware of this, but in any case, bathrooms in Spain usually always have some sort of a window in them, and the window is usually of a rather skinny width. So my aunt walked around the house and out to where the window was, and when I looked out of it, she only saw my head poke out and began to laugh quite a bit at me. Then, she just asked me if I would like for her to bring me my book. At the time, I did not find this situation to be amusing in the least bit, but I suppose if it were to happen to someone else, I would have been laughing my head off. I told her I did not want my book, I just wanted to get out, so I climbed up on the window sill and started to push myself through the tiny little window. It really did work, well at least until I reached my rear end, and at that point there was complete stop. My aunt once again started to laugh and assumed that the reason for this problem that I had now come to was the product of all the American hamburgers that I supposedly eat.

Well, finally, after much pushing and pulling, I got through. Then came the issue of how I was going to get down from the window sill and safe on to the ground. My aunt was tall, so she could reach the window, but I was a bit worried because she is not the strongest in the world, so she called for my grandpa, and he came out and helped her get me down. Finally after a ridiculous amount of stress, I was down and when my uncle came home, I simply mentioned to him that I was quite certain that his door had a problem. It turns out that it was just me who had the problem because he just took out the windows, climbed into the bathroom and unlocked the door with an extreme amount of ease. I was completely amazed, but I was also left feeling completely stupid. My advice to all those who read this: be careful when you lock the door.

Locked In by Barbara H. With no outside help, I have managed to trip over a standing table, called some random person who really had no clue who I was, and there are others that I just don’t remember. Then, of course, there was the locking myself in the bathroom incident. I guess I could tell you about that. I mean, it’s not like I try to do these things; they just naturally happen. I don’t think of myself as a klutz, but rather a person with an interesting life. Wouldn’t you agree? Well, in any case, on with the story. So one summer while I was in Spain, my family and I all went to my uncle’s house in the mountains to spend a few days there. It may have been on the first day that we spent there, I can’t quite remember, but continuing the story, my parents and my uncle had gone on a bike ride, and I was left at home with my aunt and my grandparents. Obviously, at some point I had to use the bathroom, so I did. I went in the bathroom and locked the door, just like a normal person, but when I was all done and ready to leave the bathroom, I couldn’t. Naturally that wasn’t the place that I really wanted to spend my time, so I yelled for help. Eventually my aunt came to the door, and I explained to her that the reason I was not coming out of the bathroom was because it was, well, stuck. Now I don’t know if you are aware of this, but in any case, bathrooms in Spain usually always have some sort of a window in them, and the window is usually of a rather skinny width. So my aunt walked around the house and out to where the window was, and when I looked out of it, she only saw my head poke out and began to laugh quite a bit at me. Then, she just asked me if I would like for her to bring me my book. At the time, I did not find this situation to be amusing in the least bit, but I suppose if it were to happen to someone else, I would have been laughing my head off. I told her I did not want my book, I just wanted to get out, so I climbed up on the window sill and started to push myself through the tiny little window. It really did work, well at least until I reached my rear end, and at that point there was complete stop. My aunt once again started to laugh and assumed that the reason for this problem that I had now come to was the product of all the American hamburgers that I supposedly eat. Well, finally, after much pushing and pulling, I got through. Then came the issue of how I was going to get down from the window sill and safe on to the ground. My aunt was tall, so she could reach the window, but I was a bit worried because she is not the strongest in the world, so she called for my grandpa, and he came out and helped her get me down. Finally after a ridiculous amount of stress, I was down and when my uncle came home, I simply mentioned to him that I was quite certain that his door had a problem. It turns out that it was just me who had the problem because he just took out the windows, climbed into the bathroom and unlocked the door with an extreme amount of ease. I was completely amazed, but I was also left feeling completely stupid. My advice to all those who read this: be careful when you lock the door.