This one time I thought it would be fun if I climbed inside a locker at The Geyserland Hotel in Rotorua.
There was barely enough room for me. I basically had to contort to fit in there.
The locking mechanism was completely exposed, I was confident there would be no problem opening it once I got inside.
I crammed myself in there and closed the door, and peaked out through the tiny vent and felt very proud of myself.
After a few moments I decided I had enough and tried to turn the latch.
It wouldn’t budge!
To my dismay it became evident that it wouldn’t move without the key!
I started to panic. It got hot in there very quickly and since I was half way between sitting and standing it was terribly uncomfortable.
I started yelling for help but no-one came.
I kept screaming until someone finally came running in.
It took him a while to find out where I was.
“In here! In here!” I was yelling.
“Where? Where?” he yelled back and I could see him running around the room.
He found my locker at last and tried the handle but it wouldn’t move.
“Where’s the key?” he asked.
“Here” I sobbed and tried to poke the key with it’s huge keyring through the tiny ventilation slots, but it wouldn’t fit.
“I’ll go and get a manager with a master key!”
“Hurry!” I yelled as he left.
Finally a manager came to let me out. I was drenched in sweat, shaking and whimpering, but I survived.
I’ve been mildly claustrophobic ever since.