Embarrassing story alert:My parents got new carpeting and redid the upstairs bathroom. The carpet was pretty thick so the bathroom door wouldn't close completely. My dad took the door off to sand the bottom of it down a bit so it would close. I tell you that to tell you this...I was in 8th grade. My mom would leave for work right around the time I got up to get in the shower. Usually she would knock on the door and say she was leaving and to remind me to lock the front door when I left. That day, I had brought my radio in so I didn't hear her knocking. She opened the door a crack to tell me she was heading out to work. Ok, bye mom, now GTFO.I got done getting ready and went to get dressed. Only the bathroom door was locked...from the outside. Apparently somehow my dad put the door on backwards/upside-down with the lock facing out. Unbeknownst to my mom, she had locked the door when she opened it. It was a tiny "push-button" lock that had a small opening on the other side to unlock it. I tried every bobby pin, Qtip and similarly shaped item I could find to try to get that door unlocked, but nothing worked. I tried kicking it down. I tried "tackling" it down. I tried breaking the door knob off. Old doors were made very very well, I can tell you that much.This was late May so it was rather warm out. We lived next to a park and right across the street to school. There were a few younger kids in my neighborhood that I walked with through the park to make sure they got there ok. They were walking through the park and I was screaming out the bathroom window "HELP! HELP! I'M LOCKED IN THE FREAKING BATHROOM" Those little SOBs kept skipping obliviously along on their way to multiplication tables and spelling bees.So I cleaned the bathroom. I may have made some crock pot chicken. I piled up some towels and took a nap. I flossed for the first time in a while. I read the first chapter of "Lake Wobegon Days". I took another nap. All in my underwear.My sister went to community college so she eventually came home from lunch. I heard her come in the front door and I started yelling and pounding on the bathroom door. "HELP! I'M UP HERE! GET ME OUTTA HERE!" She tells me that she hit the deck and army crawled her way through our living room behind a couch."Sara, its me Matt! Mom locked me in the bathroom""WTF?!""Just come unlock it please. NOW!"Long story even longer, we called my mom at work and explained everything. She went apedung and called the school from work. I guess there were some vulgarities that my nun principal had never heard before. I walked to school in time for afternoon classes. The principal greeted me at the door, took me to the cafeteria for my own personal free lunch (gee thanks). Since that day, the school has a policy to call both parents if a child does not show up without a parent calling in.I think this is why I drink.