by gryshnak » Mon Mar 20, 2006 10:04 am
Many years ago, when I was single and living in Australia, I would go to the USA with a few friends for 4-6 weeks every winter and miss the worst of the Oz rainfall. We normally flew whichever airline was the cheapest.
Halfway across the ocean, bored out of my skull (it's a long flight from Australia to anywhere else), I go to the toilet. The door is a concertina affair with a central handle that engages a latch at the top, the side, and the bottom when you close it.
So, ready to go back to my seat a few minutes later, I turn the handle and open the door - except it won't open. I try it again, the latch at the top of the door won't release. I open and close the latch several more times, it's stuck fast. So I press the button to summon the attendant. Some young fellow arrives and I get the door open half an inch at the bottom to explain the problem to him. He advises me to stay calm, and not to worry, and they'll get me out of there right away - I tell him I'm fine, it's not as if I was going anywhere anyway (and to be honest, 10 hours into the flight, sitting on the toilet is more comfortable than the seat I'm going back to).
The attendant comes back a couple of minutes later and says he'll have to force the door open. I say okay, go ahead. So he tells me to stand well back from the door, which is very witty of him but probably unintentional (if you've never been in an economy class airline toilet, they're smaller than phone boxes). After a few minutes of kicking and bashing, the break the top latch and let me out. I assure them I'm fine, thank them for their efforts, and explain this has at least provided a bit of excitement. As I go back to my seat, the young attendant is looking at the broken door and wondering out loud how on earth he's going to explain this to the maintenance guys once we reach LAX.
Gryshnak ;D