There was an intense 20 minutes in our apartment today. To set the stage, Travis get home from work early. He sleeps for a few hours during the day. I had church today, so when I left, I put our two dogs in the bedroom with him, I said goodbye and shut the bedroom door behind me.
I came home from church a couple hours later and immediately went to let the dogs out of the bedroom so Travis could continue to sleep without them. I turned the doorknob and went to push open the door, and it didn't budge. I knew it wasn't locked because I could turn the knob, but sometimes the knob sticks, so I turned it the other way which usually works. The door still didn't budge. Now, my dogs had heard me trying to get in and started whining which would wake up Travis. I continued turning the knob hoping to loosen it up and open the door. The door would not budge. Now I could feel Travis on the other end turning the knob. He tried to open the door and it wouldn't. I asked him if he wanted me to push on the door and he could pull from the other end. We tried that, the door would not open. At this point Travis was saying he had to go to the bathroom. I went and found a screwdriver to unscrew the doorknob. After I got the knob off, the door still remained sealed shut because the locking mechanism was in still in place inside the door and the knob on the other end needed to be taken off. I slid the screwdriver under the door to Travis who then unscrewed his door knob. Now we could see eachother through the hole, but part of the lock and the piece that goes into the door jam were still in place wedged in. I looked in the hole at Travis and looked back out at me. We couldn't unwedge the piece out of the door jam and momentarily stared at eachother hopelessly.
"I don't know what kind of food I can fit inside this hole," I said to him. He looked back at me and said, "I don't know either, but I really have to go to the bathroom." We realized then, that we had to figure out a way to get the door open. I asked him how good his door breaking down skills were. He told me they were good....but only if he was on my side of the door. I asked him to tell me how to kick in the door. He must of figured that to be a bad idea, and instead remembered a set of plyers in our drawer and a flashlight in his bag. I went to get them. I used the plyers for a while and managed to yank parts of the metal out of the door jam, and when I couldn't do anymore, I slid the players under the door, and the mini flashlight through the hole to Travis. After a few more minutes of him yanking at the metal and me trying to think of who could rescue him from the bedroom on a Sunday, Travis pulled out the final piece and the door swung open. The good news is that Travis and our dogs could leave the bedroom and I wouldn't have to sleep on the couch. The bad news, we no longer have a doorknob, just a hole where it should be.
I came home from church a couple hours later and immediately went to let the dogs out of the bedroom so Travis could continue to sleep without them. I turned the doorknob and went to push open the door, and it didn't budge. I knew it wasn't locked because I could turn the knob, but sometimes the knob sticks, so I turned it the other way which usually works. The door still didn't budge. Now, my dogs had heard me trying to get in and started whining which would wake up Travis. I continued turning the knob hoping to loosen it up and open the door. The door would not budge. Now I could feel Travis on the other end turning the knob. He tried to open the door and it wouldn't. I asked him if he wanted me to push on the door and he could pull from the other end. We tried that, the door would not open. At this point Travis was saying he had to go to the bathroom. I went and found a screwdriver to unscrew the doorknob. After I got the knob off, the door still remained sealed shut because the locking mechanism was in still in place inside the door and the knob on the other end needed to be taken off. I slid the screwdriver under the door to Travis who then unscrewed his door knob. Now we could see eachother through the hole, but part of the lock and the piece that goes into the door jam were still in place wedged in. I looked in the hole at Travis and looked back out at me. We couldn't unwedge the piece out of the door jam and momentarily stared at eachother hopelessly.
"I don't know what kind of food I can fit inside this hole," I said to him. He looked back at me and said, "I don't know either, but I really have to go to the bathroom." We realized then, that we had to figure out a way to get the door open. I asked him how good his door breaking down skills were. He told me they were good....but only if he was on my side of the door. I asked him to tell me how to kick in the door. He must of figured that to be a bad idea, and instead remembered a set of plyers in our drawer and a flashlight in his bag. I went to get them. I used the plyers for a while and managed to yank parts of the metal out of the door jam, and when I couldn't do anymore, I slid the players under the door, and the mini flashlight through the hole to Travis. After a few more minutes of him yanking at the metal and me trying to think of who could rescue him from the bedroom on a Sunday, Travis pulled out the final piece and the door swung open. The good news is that Travis and our dogs could leave the bedroom and I wouldn't have to sleep on the couch. The bad news, we no longer have a doorknob, just a hole where it should be.
The doorknobs and pieces of the inside parts.
The hole and part of the jammed piece still wedged inside. 
Holy insane! Can you catch a break? Or is your apartment just falling apart?
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