Phew, just got back from jogging after not doing so for a long time. I needed to get my cardio since my weight was going up every single day. It was great, I sweated buckets even if I walked most of the so-called jog. I need to continue doing this to get fit again.
You must be wondering, what has jogging got to do with doors, let alone attacking doors, mind you. Well, let me tell you the story then. The door to my bathroom is a flimsy plastic door, so flimsy and thin that it even lets through some of the light from the bathroom into my bedroom. So, the plastic door, has plastic door locks, you know, the ones that you slide and lock, (after googling, its called a slide lock, how quaint) well these (yes, these) were made out of plastic, so you know you can never feel too sure with these locks. Nothing like those robust metal slide locks.
Apparently, I was wrong. As you know the door is plastic, thin and light, so the door requires two slide locks; two matching pair of flimsy slide locks. Why? Well, one, to lock the door from inside for whoever's in the bathroom, and two, to lock the door from opening itself showing the whole world the wonders of my toilet bowl. It needs to be shut, and one of the reasons is I do not want to be poisoned by Choul's smell of toilet investment (just kidding hahah, its actually the other way around really). So, you don't use both locks at the same time, unless I want to annoy Choul and lock her from outside, which is cruel, I would never do that :P.
Now as I was leaving my room to get some dirty clothes in my bathroom, as I tried to open the bathroom door, it wouldn't. It was locked from inside. For a split second, I thought Choul was back but obviously, she was still driving home from work. So, Choul wasn't home, and the bathroom door was locked. Yeah, it may sound freaky for some, but it just annoyed the hell out of me in 0.05 seconds.
I pushed the door a bit harder, shaking it a bit, hoping that the lock would somehow slide itself free. It didn't work. I then used my old university card, the first thing that I saw, and slit the card thru the tiny gap, but still, it was locked shut. Scissors, screwdriver, folded paper and nail clipper later, it still didn't work. By this time I was pissed off, and since the door is plastic, I tried pushing it at the top edge, just enough to bend it to let my hands go in the gap just enough to fit my fingers. Alas, this was the top edge, and unfortunately, I don't have magical octopus tentacles that can unlock the door from inside.
Its time to force my way through. I smacked the door a few times with the palm of my hands, no fists, as it would damage the door (as if). Now the door was slightly open, which is not a good sign, as this means the lock is bent. I guess the lock can't be salvaged by that time, and at that time images of cops kicking a door in the tv or movies popped in my mind. That's what I did, I just kicked the door down and finally, the door opened, and I see the familiar sight of my toilet bowl. Yep, the slide lock was broken, into two. And now, I can't lock the door, hooray! There is a new locking mechanism though, its called the sliding-pail-at-the-bottom-of-the-door lock, sheesh.
I grabbed the dirty clothes, and quickly left the room, one hand occupied with laundry, obviously. And as I left the room, I used my other hand to grab the doorknob to close the door. And this is when the room door decides to avenge the attack on the bathroom door, where it dodged my hand (in my imagination) and instead slammed my middle finger. Woohoo, the pain was refreshing indeed, refreshing to the point of me not feeling my finger at all. Final score? Me:1, Bathroom Door:1 , Room Door: 1. Casualties: A slide lock and a middle finger.
Thanks for reading my spontaneous door chronicles. Til' then.
p.s. I just discovered that my post on jogging titled "The Joggernaut" had a Part 1. I'm sorry, but I don't even remember what Part 2 is about. Maybe I should stop putting parts to my posts.
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