And I wasn't even fucked up. I met some college friends at a pretentious as fuck tea room a few years back. For "high tea". Seriously. We're all fucking Texas hick girls, most of us were wearing boots, and a couple of us had honest to God cow shit on 'em. But there we were in a tea room drinking tea and eating little sammiches when I had to excuse myself for a pit stop. There I found myself in an English garden, all 4 walls and floor and ceiling painted, including the door AND door knob. You had to run your hand over the door to find the knob. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time, and the execution was flawless. But after about 10 minutes stuck in Alice's Wonderland, I was starting to freak out and worried I was going to be stuck in there until someone else needed to pee and rescued me. That's when I came up with the brilliant idea to text for help, sent my BFF a little SOS, "Trapped in potty, come save me." She was laughing so hard that I pulled her in and shut the door to show her the trap. Big mistake. We ended up texting an SOS to Emily.