All this toilet talk reminds me of the predicament my wife found herself in earlier this year. We were at the gate on our return flight from Canada to London with boarding due in 20 minutes. My wife decided to use the loos before boarding. She had disappeared for about ten minutes and I was beginning to get a little concerned although I had seen a number of women enter the toilet and I thought there must be a queue.
She then emerged looking rather bedraggled and she told me what had happened. The lock on the door had apparently stuck and she was unable to open it despite her best efforts. Another passenger had alerted a member of the airport staff who suggested she climb over the top of the cubicle. My wife declined this suggestion but noticed that there was a large gap under the door and decided she could probably get under it with some assistance.
The airport worker and another passenger grabbed a leg each and slid her under the door backwards.
I suppose I shouldn't have asked her why she had taken so long when she knew the flight call was imminent.
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