dwi
Well-Known Member
Promise?
It all started when I wanted to go home and I went to lock the tackroom door. It seemed to have warped in the cold weather and wouldn't fit properly in the frame to lock. I tried for about ten minutes, got a couple of other people to have a go and was having no luck. I then had the bright idea of going inside the tackroom to see if i could see what was happening from the inside. With a few kicks on the door frame I managed to lock the door only to find I was now stuck in and couldn't unlock it!
I gave it a good while of waggling and kicking before realising I was well and truly stuck inside. I rang FB, she came and helped but couldn't get the door unlocked either. By this time quite a crowd was forming outside the tackroom with everyone wanting to see what the commotion was. I could hear them all saying "Whats happened?"
"It's that new girl she's locked in the tackroom."
"Locked in? How on earth did she do that?"
and so on...
After about twenty minutes locked inside I was starting to get a bit panicky. I made FB promise to sit outside and keep me company all night if they couldn't get me out
Eventually after about half an hour the door locked pinged open and I was able to leap out of the tackroom to the entertainment of the crowd outside
It all started when I wanted to go home and I went to lock the tackroom door. It seemed to have warped in the cold weather and wouldn't fit properly in the frame to lock. I tried for about ten minutes, got a couple of other people to have a go and was having no luck. I then had the bright idea of going inside the tackroom to see if i could see what was happening from the inside. With a few kicks on the door frame I managed to lock the door only to find I was now stuck in and couldn't unlock it!
I gave it a good while of waggling and kicking before realising I was well and truly stuck inside. I rang FB, she came and helped but couldn't get the door unlocked either. By this time quite a crowd was forming outside the tackroom with everyone wanting to see what the commotion was. I could hear them all saying "Whats happened?"
"It's that new girl she's locked in the tackroom."
"Locked in? How on earth did she do that?"
and so on...
After about twenty minutes locked inside I was starting to get a bit panicky. I made FB promise to sit outside and keep me company all night if they couldn't get me out
Eventually after about half an hour the door locked pinged open and I was able to leap out of the tackroom to the entertainment of the crowd outside