(Note: The women’s bathroom in our store has a large handicapped stall which also holds an 8 foot tall locked wooden storage cabinet for supplies. )
Coworker: “Thanks for calling *** Coffee, how can I help you?”
Customer: “Hi, is this *** Coffee?”
Coworker: “Yes it is, how can I help you?”
Customer: “This is the *** Coffee in *** Square?”
Coworker: “Yes, it is.”
Customer: “The one with the bathroom?”
Coworker: “Uhhh… yes?”
Customer: “Oh, well, I’m calling from the women’s room. The door is locked and I cant get out.”
Coworker: “Well, if you turn the handle of the door and pull it should open.”
Customer: “There is no handle! I’m locked in!”
Coworker: “Okay, I’ll have someone over in a moment.”
Coworker, to me: “Ummm… so some lady locked herself in the bathroom and can’t get out.”
Me: “Seriously?”
(I head over to the bathroom, letting myself in with the spare keys. There is in fact a woman in the large stall, yelling for help.)
Me: “Can I help you, ma’am?”
Customer: “Well, your stupid door locked me into the stall and now I’m stuck in here! ”
(I can hear her fumbling with something, but it isn’t the stall door latch.)
Me: “Okay, well if you’ll just come over to the stall door, turning the knob should open it.”
Customer: “There is nothing to turn! The door only has a handle!”
Me: “It does. I’m standing on the other side of it.”
Customer: “Well, then why don’t YOU open it! You’ve already kept me locked in here for a half hour!”
(I fiddle with the lock and manage to open it from the outside after a moment, only to see the woman prying at the supply cabinet door.)
Customer: “Oh, I came in this door. I thought that one…” *points to supply cabinet* “… led to the men’s room.”
(Without another word, she walked out of the bathroom, and out of the store.)
Coworker: “Maybe she was trying to get to Narnia?”
