Headphones On

Someone had scrawled "Bathroom In" on a piece of paper with a Sharpie. Seemed like a safe bet right? As I walked in the door and saw the boxes and general storage room state I realized the sign was a bit off. I turned around to walk out but the door had shut behind me. I stared at the back of a door with no handle. Huh. I walked into the bathroom come storage closet and found another door... locked from the outside.

It's 11 am on a Saturday and I'm locked in a Chicago Public School bathroom somewhere in the vicinity of 71st St & Ashland. Ummm.... this is apparently the karma due to me for getting up early on a Saturday morning to volunteer. As I start to call the friend I came with I am recalling all of the signs on every open wall saying "Volunteers & Girls: No Cell Phones, No Text Messaging. This is for your privacy." Ring. Ring. Ring. No answer. I bang on the door a few times, aware that I'd walked down a pretty empty hall to find this particular storage closet. I am trying very hard not to panic. I send a text message to my friend, "Help. I am trapped in a bathroom." I wait, taking deep breathes and investigating if there's possibly any other route out of my current prison. I begin to fear my friend has left her phone in the car. I know no one else in the building. I send out a twitter, thinking the world might be slightly amused at my current situation. I wait what seems like an hour but is probably only five minutes. It's a huge sigh of relief when my phone finally registers a text from my friend and salvation is on the way...

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