Oh, dear, what can the matter be?Posted: October 17, 2016
I wrote about using the disabled toilets at work to change a little while back and despite my unease have continued to do so. Today, however, the powers that be may have sent a message for me to stop misusing these facilities.
I found today’s shift tougher than normal as I’ve just had a week off, so was out of my work rhythm. Tired all I wanted to do was head home for some cold pizza and The Walking Dead but first I needed a bus and to change clothes.
Luckily the staff disabled toilet is a lot cleaner than the customer one because it hardly ever gets used. I hastily changed, trying to avoid seeing my reflection in tte mirror and was soon ready to go.
I reached for the handle which was a little loose. I turned it. Nothing.
I jiggled it and tried again.
I was locked in.
I tried fiddling some more, pulling the door as tight as I could, twisting the handle in every possible direction.
After two or three minutes and countless attempts I had to accept defeat.
With embarrassment oozing from every pore I reached up and pulled the distress cord.
A few minutes later I was rescued by a helpful, and clearly amused, security guard. I thanked him and got the hell out of there.
I think tomorrow I’ll just wear my uniform on the bus.
Any thoughts ? You know what to do. BETEO.