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Only In My Family

So, I got a phone call from my mom the other day.

Mom: Wanna hear about my big adventure?

Me: Does it involve your girlfriend stealing a cop car? If not, it’s probably not gonna top Martin’s big adventure.

Mom: No…but it does involve me getting trapped inside a restaurant bathroom.

Me: Do tell.

Mom: Well, it was one of little single-stall bathrooms and the door lock busted while I was in there. I couldn’t get out. The lock wouldn’t budge!

Me: Oh no!

Mom: Yeah, the lock on the door broke. I tapped on the door for a while, calling “Hello.” I didn’t want to call for help in case someone thought I was having a medical emergency. They had to send a manager in through the ceiling tiles into the bathroom and then they dropped tools down to us. One of them was a butter knife.

Me: I knew that was a viable tool no matter what Matt says!

Mom: Right?!

Me: So then what happened?

Mom: Well, the manager worked on the door from our side and then some other guys worked on it from the other side. When they finally got it open, there was some cheering and one of the guys said, “It’s like rescuing the Peruvian miners!”

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7 thoughts on “Only In My Family

  1. I adore your Mom so much!

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  2. Oh no…I can't help but laugh.

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  3. haha that's as good as any Trauma Llama

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  4. Okay, I laughed out loud at the coffee shop and got some strange looks. What a great story!

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  5. Reminds me of the time (childhood memory) my brother was trapped in a (day) cruise boat toilet. The captain had to go in through the window to get the door open, and I remember my mother being so embarrassed that she didn't want to own him.

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  6. Ah, the old butter knife – so very handy!!

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