Last night I wasn’t feeling well. I got pretty bus-sick on the way home from a friend’s house, and I had a really bad headache. Kolby was supposed to have some African friends over, so I decided to go straight to bed and let him have all the fun. Two Africans came over to practice their English and once they left Kolby went to bed too.
I woke up this morning because I had an overwhelming urge to use the bathroom (just pee, don’t be gross!). I got up to open the bedroom door and it wouldn’t open. I tugged on it… tried to “unlock it” with the key… and it just wouldn’t open. Kolby gets up and oh-so-lovingly says “Let me try it.” So I move out of the way and let him jiggle, pull on, and beat up the door a little bit.
Not surprisingly for my personality, the panic set in pretty fast.
We have two cell phones, but mine is out of minutes (which means I can’t call out, but I can receive calls) and Kolby’s phone was in the living room.
So as Kolby is taking apart the door handle I’m thinking of how bad I have to pee.
I decided to try to do something about it on my own. So I opened the door/window that leads to outside in our room that has a very tiny patio on it (maybe 1 ½ X 6 feet) and just started yelling. I wasn’t sure whether to yell Greek or English so I kept switching back and forth.
“Yasas!” “Hello!” “Signome!” “Excuse me!” “Is ANYBODY out here?”
We were trapped! No phone to call with, no one could hear us, and there wasn’t even a ladder of some kind to get down from our apartment on the 3rd floor!
One dumb door had us completely trapped.
Kolby quickly gave up on the door (it’s seriously an intense door), so I began yelling again. Thankfully an African man from the bottom floor stuck his head out of a window and told us he spoke English. So I explained the situation and he said that he would call the police. After 3 or 4 minutes he poked his head back out and said that the police would be there in 5 minutes.
So we sit.
And 30 minutes later they still weren’t here.
Kolby tries to encourage me by telling me “The police are probably on Greek time.” But by this point I’m actually in a little pain. “I have GOT to PEE!” I kept telling my husband. He told me to lean out the window/door. Pshh whatever.
So I did lean out the window… but not to pee. I kept yelling and yelling until this little Greek boy popped his head out a window and said “Yasoo!” Thankfully his parents popped their heads out right behind his greeting and I was able to start explaining again. Unfortunately they didn’t know English, so they woke up a sister who was living there and she began speaking broken English with us. We simply wanted them to call the police to get us some help, but they were determined that they could find a friend to do it or that we weren’t jiggling the door just right. Don’t get me wrong, they were extremely friendly and wanted to help out any way they could! But for some reason they just wouldn’t call the stinking police!
By this point I’ve for real got to pee. I mean that’s the whole reason I woke up! It had been an hour since I first realized we were locked in our room and I just couldn’t hold it any longer. Kolby told me that he was sure help would come soon and if I was going to pee then I had better go ahead and pee before they got here.
So I grabbed a Ziploc bag.
And the urge to pee was finally gone.
Don’t judge me! J
After probably 20 minutes of trying to explain our situation to them, giving them our phone number, giving them our address, and convincing them to call the police, we got a phone call from a Greek who spoke clear English. Praise God I had my phone in the room with us so we could receive a call! He told me that he had a friend who could help if we could give him the key to our apartment.
Our hearts sunk. “We don’t have a key to the apartment with us, it’s in the living room! We are stuck in here and…”
Last night I was feeling so sick, I didn’t put my things away like I usually do. I walked straight in and crashed on the bed… with my purse right beside the bed!!!
“Yes! We have keys to the apartment!”
So we threw the keys outside so that the Greeks could rescue us. They only had to do minor damage to the main door to be able to get inside our apartment, but they fixed that up once they released us from the bedroom.
We weren’t expecting to have to pay to be released, but ya know it happens. So Kolby made an ATM run while I tried to entertain an old Greek man who spoke no English. I was just happy to be free so even in the awkward pauses I told him “Efharisto!” (Thank you!).
This morning is definitely not what I would call “fun”, but it is incredible to see God provide even in crazy times like these. He let a lovely family be right at the window when we needed them to be, He made sure I brought my purse into my room last night so that the apt. keys would be in the bedroom, and He gave us a new appreciation for being able to do normal things… like peeing in a bathroom.
Hope this story makes you smile today and reminds you of His goodness even when things are just going wrong. J