Trapped

Our good friend Kevin stayed with us over Labor Day weekend.  I try to be a good hostess - I wash sheets, dust, and freshen up his room.  However, locking someone into their room was not, I believe, in the good hostess manual.  His first night here, I woke up to hear rattle rattle rattle.  Pause.  Rattle rattle rattle.  I decided that Gracie had perhaps decided to mess with his door, so I crept down the hallway.  No Gracie on my side of the door, and no Gracie shadow on his side.  Here's where I should have asked if he was alright, but it was 2:00 in the morning.  I shuffled back to bed and continued to here rattle rattle rattle.  Soon, I heard the door open, bathroom door shut, then the bathroom door open and bedroom door shut.  The rattling ceased, and I went back to sleep.

 The next morning, Kevin says, "I have to tell you something.  I had to take the doorknob apart last night."  As it turns out, when he attempted to leave the room, the doorknob on his side just spun and spun.  He was trapped in his room!  Instead of waking us up to tell of his plight, he used the only tool available...nail clippers from his over night bag.  By disassembling the clippers, he was able to MacGyver his way out by taking the knob apart.

Kevin, here's the door to your room now...it's safe to come back!