Let me tell you about the time I….had to be broken out of a bedroom by six firemen

Every girl’s dream, right?

Eh wrong.

So wrong.

It was the Halloween Bank Holiday weekend.

Myself and The Boy had been living in our lovely new apartment for three weeks by that stage.

And in that short time, the handle had fallen off our front door.

Top quality, this place….

Our building’s caretaker managed to fix it for it, so the worst that happened there was that The Boy couldn’t leave the apartment for about four hours that day, while he stood guard at the door, wielding a baseball bat and waiting for the caretaker to find the right screwdriver/wrench/manly-item.

Now you’d think that the HANDLE FALLING OFF OUR FRONT DOOR would alert us to the fact that the locks in the apartment weren’t the best.

But it didn’t.

So that fateful Monday night, I washed my hair and went into the spare bedroom to blowdry every last curl out of my mane.

Now since the year I spent living in my college apartment, I have developed a habit of locking the door whenever I’m in my bedroom. It’s not that I’m up to anything dodgy, but there always seemed to be people roaming in and out of every college apartment, so locking the door just avoided random friends bursting into your room and finding you in the nudey-pants!

So when I went into the spare bedroom, *click* I locked the door, and began drying my hair.

But after a few minutes of this, I remembered something I had to do and so I switched off the dryer, hopped up and went to unlock the door.

And found the knob had disconnected itself from the lock.

So it was just twisting back and forth and having NO effect on the bar that was locking the door into place.

Oh crap.

“The Boy!!!” I shouted

(Yes, that is TOTALLY what I call him on a daily basis)

I explained what had happened, and after asking me if I was SURE it wouldn’t open (because of COURSE I’m a panicking girl who can’t manage a DOOR LOCK), he agreed to fetch the door’s key from our room and try to unlock the door from the outside.

But that didn’t work either.

Are you SURE you’re turning it right? I asked, getting my revenge.

So what to do?

There was NO chance of getting a locksmith out as it was 8:30pm on a Bank Holiday Monday….

….and I needed to pee really badly.

So The Boy was forced to call the Fire Brigade.


Well I definitely didn’t think so at the time.

So after my making The Boy tell them that it wasn’t a REAL emergency so if there was a fire to tackle, that could go first…and after them asking how old I was…

“Uhm, she’s 22.”

“…..Oh right…..”

…the firemen agreed to come out.

The Boy got a call about 20mins later from the fire-dudes asking where the HELL our apartment block was, so while I was hopping around trying not pee myself, he got to jog down the road and RIDE IN THE FIRE TRUCK while he showed them where we lived.

I know.

Frickin’ typical!

So they arrived and after asking me if I was sure the lock wouldn’t turn and asking him if he was sure he turned the key right….and after them trying the key themselves, they eventually agreed to break me out of the room.

At which point I realised just how mortifying the whole situation was.

And at which point I also caught sight of myself in the mirror and realised that in the panic, I had neglected to properly dry my hair, so I was now the proud owner of a frizzy white-girl afro.

And it was also at this point, I realised that I was SO embarrassed by now that my face and ears had turned the colour of cherry tomatoes.

So when the door broke open and I saw not one or two, but SIX firemen standing there, I squeaked (literally) and ran past them, into the sitting room, where I shouted my thanks and embarrassment at them from behind the safety of a wall.

Absolute madness!

And the landlord STILL hasn’t fixed that door for us….



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26 responses to “Let me tell you about the time I….had to be broken out of a bedroom by six firemen

  1. Zakerius

    I already knew some of this story, glad I got to hear the rest!
    Poor Kitty! My locked-in-a-room story has so much less drama/hilarity 😛

  2. Your stories are insanely entertaining 🙂 That one is fairly mortifying alrite!!

  3. Bwahahahahaha! Scundered for ye!

    What a way to meet firemen lol

  4. awww how embarrassing!
    I once got locked into my friend’s bathroom when I was about 6. I cried so much! But at least there was no risk of me peeing myself haha! They had to climb up onto the roof and get open the window to carry me down. I was so scared!

  5. That would be my worst nightmare!

  6. dannidupa

    So many things happen to you! Such entertaining little anecdotes!

  7. i wont lie…had my own lil daydream after reading ‘6 firemen’

  8. Realy cool blog. I love the funnyblogs 😛

  9. wow I want a table like this !!!! :(:(
    Cool blog,the funyblogs are nice.

  10. hahaha too funny! glad you made it out:)
    love that first image by the way!

  11. Awww. I feel bad for you but I would panic too. Aren’t you just glad you’re not living alone?

  12. Eve

    Hahahhahahahha. Like I said before, you have the most exciting hysterical life ever!

  13. oh no! why is it that landlords just seem to be really crappy sort of people?
    last week our sink decided to just throw up everything when i turned on the dish washer and then it proceeded to leak through the roof of the apartment below us.
    the landlord brought some plummers, did something, and we still cant use the sink and have had to get take out for every meal for a week now.

  14. Conor

    Excellent! You have such a sitcom life.
    Did nobody think to take the hinges off the door?

  15. The hinges were on my side and even if they weren’t, they’re a weird sort so we would’ve needed a number of tools *sniggers at ‘tools’*

  16. emily cross

    Hilarious but i can also sympathise – we had dodgy bathroom lock/door which was tempermental. . .

    Twas trapped in the loo for three hours till one of my housemates came home and helped me open the door!!

    I just thank gawd it wasn’t the weekend!?!?!

  17. That is ridiculous. And funny. And i like the pictures! (Aren’t firemen the coolest?)

  18. Hahaha I laughed so hard at “The Boy!!!” You need an agent because your life will soon be made into a sitcom. For sure 🙂

  19. Pingback: Let me tell you about the time I…found The Boy looking very suspicious « A Chick Named Hermia

  20. Oh – that’s me with the bow! Thanks for posting. I would be happy if you’d link my blog…..

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