The slightest sign of trouble while flying at 30,000 feet can cause even the strongest of persons to become panic stricken and unravel like a ball of yarn. On our flight home from Mexico City, my sister in law, Paige Denney, somehow got locked inside the lavatory and was unable to free herself from the cramped confines. As the flight attendants worked feverishly to disengage the door locking mechanism, ferocious door pounding and screams of terror from within the lavatory could be heard throughout the cabin of the aircraft frightening many of the passengers on board. After several minutes of unsuccessful attempts by the flight attendants, poor Paige was about ready to rip out the little plastic throne and make her escape through the poop chute when I sprang from my seat and raced to the front of the cabin. With the strength of a much younger version of myself, I kicked open the lavatory door saving the blonde damsel in distress as well as the entire crew and passengers of flight 26.
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