I got trapped in my own bathroom last night.
Got up around 1:30 to get a drink of water. When I tried to open the door, I felt the sickening “give” of a metal tab giving up the ghost inside the doorknob mechanism. Motion of the knob was no longer related to motion of the tongue that holds the door in place. Tried forcing various slim objects in to jimmy it (no dice, fingernail clippers are curved, toothbrush handles are too wide). Tried working the peg out of the hinges (couldn’t do it with my bare hands). Tried the ‘old “lift and twist” on the door itself…but it was too well seated in the frame.
I started *really* wishing that in addition to the kitchen and laundry room, I had a mini-tool kit (pliers, needlenose pliers, and two screwdrivers) in the bathroom. On the one hand, how many screwrivers do you need? On the other hand, when you want a pliers…you usually want it right at hand.
Eventually, Jen woke up (overhearing my quiet, yet undignified attempts to free myself) and managed to slide a small screwdriver under the door, which I used to disassemble the doorknob.
Gah.
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