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The thingie which makes the doorknob work jammed, so I was unable to open the door to get out. I was also unable to telephone for help, as I had left my phone in the living room. Frantic jiggling did nothing. My only options seemed to be to email for help or scream out the window.
But then I remembered that my emergency supplies, including a screwdriver, are in my bedroom. Granted I had assumed "emergency" to be something a little more far-reaching than "trapped in bedroom by jammed doorknob," but an emergency is an emergency. I unscrewed the plate, but that failed to free the knob. But I was able to manually push the lock thingie down, releasing myself. My landlord is fixing it now.
But then I remembered that my emergency supplies, including a screwdriver, are in my bedroom. Granted I had assumed "emergency" to be something a little more far-reaching than "trapped in bedroom by jammed doorknob," but an emergency is an emergency. I unscrewed the plate, but that failed to free the knob. But I was able to manually push the lock thingie down, releasing myself. My landlord is fixing it now.
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I once got locked in a public (gas station) bathroom in more or less the same manner. I had to pound on the door for a bit before anyone heard it and came to open the door. I wished heartily that I had had a Swiss Army Knife or something like that, but no dice. So you seem like Preparedness Girl by comparison!
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I did point out that if there hadn't been a second door, they'd need to replace that one anyway, because Spouse would have bought a hatchet.
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*looks thoughtfully at our old and cranky doors*
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