B is for Bathroom

Yesterday morning I woke up and headed down the hall for the bathroom.  I closed the door behind me and looked down to see the doorknob (one of those old-timey crystal knobs) on the floor.  When I turned around, I realized that the door was completely closed and I had no way of getting out. Well, I looked for any tool that I could use to escape (its amazing what things you can find in a bathroom closet) but the only thing I came up with was a fingernail file (compliments of my great aunt Nett).  I played with the lock for awhile and made no progress. I went to the window and discovered that it's not painted shut - it would open.  I decided to leave this as my final alternative.  At this point I thought that the situation could be worse; I was surrounded by important "utilities,"  would be very clean by the time I was discovered (Katie would hopefully be home by 2:30 p.m.) and I had plenty of reading material to keep me occupied.  Then, I went back to the door and was able to use the fingernail file to "finangle" (probably not a real word) the lock until it popped open.  I hopped in the shower and fortunately managed to make it to work right on time...that said, B is for Bathroom.

P.S.  Please don't call me to break into any houses...I'm not proud of my new-found talent.  :)