It was a dark and stormy night.....
Actually, a bright and sunny morning. The door slammed. A shot rang out. A woman screamed. The TV was left on. More importantly, the door slamming was the bathroom door. But the bathroom door was broken- impossible to open by twisting the handle from either side. Our hero was trapped inside the bathroom, with nothing but his wits about him. His flatmate was already gone to work, and wouldnt return until that night. No cell phone, no nothing, and no one could hear him scream. He was stuck, and the clock was ticking: he had to be at work soon. He worked vigorously for nearly an hour, trying desperately to get the door open to no avail. He was getting anxious. Not having access to a clock, he had no idea what time it was, but knew it was time to leave for work. Using keen acumen, he looked around for supplies. An empty soap dispenser, toilet tissue, and a picture was all he had to work with. "Nothing" he said to himself "except for the clothes on my back... Hmm". With a stroke of genius, he took out the string of his pajama pants. Carefully, he slid the string between the crack in the door, and used it like a credit card to slide the broken apparatus aside while pulling and thus opening the door. Brilliant! He escaped his pottyful prison and made it to work nearly on time. This was the adventure of my morning. True story. The End...