Thursday, October 29, 2009

In which Cherry locks herself in

On Tuesday we went to the Town Hall (Hôtel de Ville) to pay for lunches for the month of September. Cherry wasn't feeling well, but I thought that the fresh air would be good for her, so I stuck her on my back, and off we went. Once we got there, my mom waited outside the building with Sapphire and Ezio while Cherry and I went up the stairs to the schools department. We waited in line for a few minutes and paid the bill.

Then, Cherry decided that she needed to use the restroom. We headed in to the bathroom, and she decided that she wanted to use a stall by herself, and I could use one by myself. Since the bathroom didn't seem likely to get a whole lot of use (it's basically an office building), I told her that was fine, and she headed in. Of course, once she was in the bathroom, she turned the lock, because that's what one does in a public restroom stall. (An important note: while American bathroom stalls generally have doors that stop about a foot above the floor, and have plenty of space above them as well, European stalls have doors that go from the floor to the door-frame.) After a few minutes she told me that she couldn't figure out how to flush the potty, so I suggested that she open the door so that I could help her. You can probably see where this is going. She couldn't figure out how to unlock the door. I asked her to turn it as far as she could one direction, then the other. The door remained locked. Next, I looked at the lock to see how easy it would be to open. It needed a screwdriver or something like that. I tried the end of one of my keys, but that didn't work at all.

So I told Cherry to stay where she was (in retrospect, that was foolish. Where would she have gone? Into the toilet?), while I went back to the schools office to ask for help. They weren't sure how to get the door open either, but 3 of them rushed off in different directions to try to figure things out. A fourth came into the bathroom with me, and after looking at the door for a minute suggested that I pull it closed as hard as I could, and then ask Cherry to turn the lock again. The lock snicked back, and a sobbing Cherry tumbled out. We thanked the people who had helped us, and headed back outside to meet everyone else.

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