God Thinks I'm Abel

Something really funny happened two days ago. Alright, maybe not funny in a 'hawhaw *slap your pardner on his back* kind of way, but it was pretty amusing. I was dragged through 15km of forest,bramble,nestles,wheat,thistles,cows and whatnot by my host C.H, and returned relatively unscathed. By this I mean as unscathed as a clueless urbanite could be after being dragged through the armpit of mother nature in all her glory; with a few muscle sprains, strained ankles,severe dehydration,and a lost handphone.

Later on in the night I had trapped myself in the bathroom. Following a shower, I had unlocked the door with one of those creaky keys,but the door refused to open (as doors are meant to do). I pushed, beat,knocked,yelled, and in typical jacky chan fashion,threw my bodyweight against it. I bruised my shoulder. I kicked the door, but I gave that up when it occured to me it'd be more hospitable to shout for help than break one's host's door. I knew my time was up. If I was not meant to die in the middle of an obscure field, I was to die in a 4 X4 shower cubicle. There wasn't even a tub for me to lie in resigned grace and wait for death.

Then it occured to me to turn the knob.
Click.
Freedom.