Last week I got myself into a "fine mess" and I didn't have Laurel to blame. (If that makes no sense to you, google "Laurel and Hardy"). I was in an upstairs master bathroom checking out the plumbing. There was a whirlpool tub so I had to let the water run so that it got above the jets so that I could make sure they worked. While letting the tub fill, I began inspecting other parts of the bathroom. I checked the faucets on the sinks and the supply and drain lines. I inspected the toilet.
I thought to myself, "I'll check one more thing and the tub will be ready." I decided to check the master closet which was located in the bathroom.
I stepped into the closet and pulled the door shut to check the door and make sure it would latch and that it wasn't sticking in the frame. As the door shut, the handle came off in my hand. I pushed on the door and it was latched. There I stood locked in a closet, door handle in my hand, and the tub running full blast. I only had my flashlight with me, so I shown it on the place where the handle came off and realized that there was no hardware in the door. I took a coat hanger and tried to get the door to open, but nothing I tried worked. Meanwhile I could hear the water roaring into the tub.
Fortunately for me the buyer was downstairs sitting at the kitchen table. I banged on the door and called out his name.No luck. I banged harder and yelled louder. The entire time, I was considering my options if the buyer did not come to my rescue. I knew I would have to break down the door before I let the tub flood the bathroom and damage the ceiling downstairs.
I heard the buyer running up the stairs (He is a police officer and responded like one). I yelled, "Come to the Master Bathroom, now come to the closet, I'm locked in". He opened the door and I quickly moved to the tub and turned off the water. I had about 6 inches to spare. I learned a lesson or two. Always pull the door handle before closing a door and be extra careful when you have water running.