tell me about it

I apologize heartily to the people at the bar we went to last night, which name shall not be mentioned (for fear of legal ramifications; in other words, oh God please don’t sue me for wilful destruction of public property).

If you go into the ladies’ loo, and look at the door right at the end of the row on the right, you’ll find that the lock no longer works.

This is because I, being the young, strong and able person that I am, had to ram the door open with my shoulder in order to rescue a damsel in distress from inside that particular cubicle.

I am sorry for ruining a door lock that was previously in perfect working order; however, if you ever come to find me, I will deny everything, so please don’t ask for recompense. I don’t think I can afford the cost of a new door lock for your cubicle door. Or for legal damages. No pun intended (okay, I lie).

However, I would like to thank you for making me feel wonderfully strong, heroic and bold as I finally fulfilled my dream of ramming a locked door open with only my wonderfully strong, heroic and bold right shoulder.

And anyway, rescuing a crying drunk girlfriend who wasn’t even able to get up and open a toilet door was much more important than maintaining the usability of the lock on the said toilet door.

Hey you…smile, girl. We love you. And whatever decision you make, we want you to be happy. No regrets, ya :)