Open Thread: Uh Oh.

It was a wonderful sunny summer day, at an outdoor party and barbeque at the (huge) home of a college friend. Everyone was outside, playing volleyball, hanging out by the pool, listening to music.

I went into the empty house to use the facilities. The bathroom on the ground floor was in use. I headed upstairs, found the extra bathroom, hidden away. It was a tiny closet-like space, without even a window, tucked into a corner.

And when I completely finished my business, I found that the door wouldn’t unlock and the doorknob wasn’t turning. I couldn’t get out.

The room had no window, so I couldn’t call outside (and it felt pretty claustrophobic). I tried yelling for help, but the house was now empty. There was nothing I could use as a tool – there wasn’t a medicine cabinet and I didn’t have my purse. And naturally, this was before cellphones were a thing.

I’ve had a lot of mishaps since then, some really serious and scary, but for some reason I will never forget how I felt with that first “uh oh” when I couldn’t get out.

For about ten minutes, though, my lizard brain was pumping rogue adrenalin into every cell while broadcasting REDALERTREDALERTREDALERTREDALERT inside my head.

Eventually I did, thank goodness – I just kept jiggling the doorknob and the lock. For about ten minutes, though, my lizard brain was pumping rogue adrenalin into every cell while broadcasting REDALERTREDALERTREDALERTREDALERT inside my head. I don’t know why, but that ‘Uh oh” moment really stuck with me.

And ever since then, I always give bathroom doors a test jiggle to make sure I can get out. Lesson learned!

Your Turn

But that’s me. How about you? Tell us the story of your “UH OH” moment, when you got in a jam – and how you prevailed. Share your story in the comments!

Virge Randall is Senior Planet’s Managing Editor. She is also a freelance culture reporter who seeks out hidden gems and unsung (or undersung) treasures for Straus Newspapers; her blog “Don’t Get Me Started” puts a quirky new spin on Old School New York City. Send Open Thread suggestions to editor@seniorplanet.org.

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COMMENTS

3 responses to “Open Thread: Uh Oh.”

I had lost a bit of weight some years ago, but was not willing to go out and buy new clothes. This included “undergarments”. I was dressed oh so nicely, still wearing slips under my dresses and skirts. I live in NYC and was crossing 6th Ave and 34th St, one of the busiest streets in Manhattan as Macys dept store takes up the whole block. I felt something tug around my ankles!! I looked down and my slip had slipped!! What an “OH NO ” moment that was. Picked up my slip and kept walking!!

Reply to Beverly Williams

MY UH OH. I WAS DETERMINED TO DRIVE IN A SNOW STORM. MY CAR STRANDED ME .THEN I FELT MY CAR MOVING UP OFF THE SNOW. SIX PEOPLE HAD LIFTED MY CAR UP. WAVING, THEY WALKED OFF TO SOME COFFEE SHOP TO WAIT OUT THE STORM. I WAS AMAZED! BUT I LEARNED AGAIN TO WEIGH PROS AND CONS, KNOW MY LIMITATIONS. (NOT JUST IN SNOW STORMS!)

Reply to Belinda