I've told this one before.....
I went with my DH on a work trip to Spain. He was giving a speech in an art gallery and afterwards he mingled with the crowd. I desperately needed a wee so indicated with my head that I was going out of the room and forgot to take my handbag. The gallery was emptying fast as the business event was over and the ladies loo when I found it was totally empty.
It had large black and white tiles on the floor and on the walls and the loo doors were black, it was quite disorientating. I went to the loo, washed my hands and went to open the door to leave the loos. Except it wouldn't budge. I rattled the handle for ages and realising that I was locked in, I started banging on the door like mad. I was aware that the gallery was emptying rapidly, my DH didn't actually know where I had gone and I'd left my bloody phone downstairs. The staff had clearly thought the loos were empty and they'd obviously locked them up for the night.
I started to get a bit panicky, tears in eyes sort of thing, and all I could think to do was hammer on the door like mad and yell out to try and catch someone's attention. So there I was, busy yelling and banging for a good few minutes as I kept rattling the handle and half crying when suddenly the door behind me opened and two women strolled in. They looked at me very curiously and quite shocked. With the black and white everywhere I hadn't seen the door to get out and I'd been frantically hammering away on the door to the cleaning cupboard.
God knows what those poor ladies thought of me.....it doesn't bear thinking about. I must have looked absolutely insane. The only saving grace was that I don't speak Spanish so I couldn't understand what they were saying. I was MORTIFIED and when I explained to my puzzled husband why I'd been gone so long, he looked at me and then began to laugh. And he didn't stop for a very long time.
I got out of that gallery as quickly as I could!!