At a Seattle coffee shop, this barista tells me I can choose the restroom key with the orange block of wood attached or the one with the yellow block. "But I prefer the orange restroom," she says. "Why is that?" I ask. "I guess I have a fondness for it," she tells me. "Because I got locked in there overnight once." At this, all the coffee shop's patrons turn their heads and look at her wide-eyed, ready to hear her tale.
It was after she had closed the coffee shop one night, and she was the only one working. She went to use the restroom, leaving her cell phone and other belongings on one of the tables. The restrooms have those doorknobs with a keyhole on the outer knob, but just a round smooth spherical handle for the inner knob. When she went into the restroom, the outer knob somehow broke off. When she tried to get out of the restroom, the door wouldn't open. She had no way of contacting anyone, so she was stuck there until the opening crew came the next morning and pried the lock open using a credit card.
"What did you do in there for all those hours?" a patron asks. Another barista answers for her. "She cleaned the entire restroom! With hand soap and paper towels!" The girl shrugs. "What else was I supposed to do?"
What an experience, eh? I used to have nightmares about getting stuck in the restroom of a used bookstore I used to work at, but it never happened. Now I've met a girl who has lived my nightmares!