I could imagine Grandma wringing her hands a she paced the short hallway, "Why did you, you didn't need to. It's just us here, why did you?"
"Well, Grandma, in hinds sight I wish I hadn't but it's a habit."
"But it's only us here," she wailed.
Besides a slight case of cluastrophobia, I also was worrying as our 8 plus hour journey ahead was getting delayed longer and longer as the guys tried to find a solution.
I sat on the edge of the tub, then on the toilet lid.
Finally someone had a brain wave, "Open the window and crawl out, we'll place a ladder under it."
Rescue in sight, I walked toward freedom only to find the escape was painted shut.
There was one solution left, the guys decided. "Stand away from the door, we're coming in!"
And so they leaned shoulders to the door and it fractured open.
"Sorry I locked the bathroom door, Grandma."