Hey, the park story reminds me of my own park story! (I bet a lot of people have park stories…) On an earlier date with my husband, we went to a nice park / garden with lots of trees and flowers and pretty scenery, but unfortunately no nice (or even decent) bathrooms. Being that it was a hot day and we were drinking a lot, we stopped off at the bathrooms before going home. I managed to get myself locked into a really disgusting stall. The door opened inwards, so I couldn’t push it open. I considered climbing over the top, but the only foothold was a very flimsy-looking toilet paper holder, and I didn’t want to break my leg, so I had to crawl limbo-style under the (very low) stall door, in my nice sweater and skirt and blow-dried hair, on the filthy floor that looked like it had never, ever been washed…
I didn’t tell my husband this until after we got married… and he burst out laughing and told me that he remembers wondering what took me so long!