Thursday, February 26, 2009

Help me

Okay a generic version cuz of limited time.

I went to tan yesterday, the first time in about three years. The little girl was very friendly and helpful. She let me take in extra towels and cleaner because I will not tan unless I too can clean my bed before hand. Anyway she showed me all the operating buttons and how to lock my door. she left and I locked the door behind her and got into the bed. Fast forward to me being done and ready to leave, I unlocked the door and it will not open. Shit!! I fiddle with the lock about another minute (seemed like 10) still cannot get out. I started yelling over the wall, no help came. Messed with the lock a bit more, still nothing. Yelling over the wall , NOTHING!!! About five minutes into my ordeal and in panic mode (the walls are closing in) the nice little girl finally comes to my door and asks if I need help. Why yes, I do, I am locked in here. She finally gets the door open after some prying and says to me, 'oh, this door sticks sometimes.' YOU THINK!! It took me several minutes to recover. Needless to say if I get that bed again, I will not be locking the door.

7 comments:

I Am Woody said...

Yeah, I don't think I would use that bed again!!

Unknown said...

LMAO...I can see you NOW!
Sorry, that is TOO FUNNY!

Unknown said...

I would have flipped the f out...I have a tendency to have panic attacks when in locked spaces.

Unknown said...

You should have taken a second session on the tanning bed. I would have called the front desk from my cell phone. If that didn't work...911. Can you tell I like excitment?

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

tanned and skinny~did i say you make me sick???

Pleasing Procrasinator said...

Gramma J, that thought actually crossed my mind until I realized I had left my phone in the car

Anonymous said...

I wouldn't have minded being locked in a room. Alone. With no telephone. For ten minutes. Almost seems like Paradise to me!!!!