This may well have been a 'you-had-to-be-there' moment,
but I was there - and I'm sharing.
Scene 1 :
An angelic Magoo slumbers in his bed.
A hardworking Hubby is working on the finishing touches to the ensuite reno. The task at hand is fitting and hanging the new door.
A selfish wife has clocked out for 30 minutes - riding her exercise bike and talking to a friend on the mobile.
The Hubby is going in and out from the garage to the ensuite, sizing the door.
A bit of banging and bit of shuffling, a bit of grunting.
The wife, she's just cycling and nattering without a care in the world.
Gee, she's got good hair - this wife.
Scene 2 :
The wife finishes riding but continues chatting on the mobile.
Every now and then she can hear a second call coming in - but chooses to ignore it, keep gasbagging and potter around putting dishes away and tidying up.
Finally, she has a look at the screen to see who has been calling and texting repeatedly for the past few minutes.
The selfish wife sees the hardworking Hubby's number and assumes he's being a clown.
Assumes he's trying to (not so) subtly tell her to get off the phone.
The wife, still on the phone, walks to the ensuite to flip her Hubby the bird or make kissing gestures while patting her posterior.
Poor hardworking Hubby has sized the ensuite door beautifully.
It fits the cavity absolutely perfectly - to the millimetre.
So perfectly it cannot be removed.
Without a handle or any space on any of the door's edges - the door cannot be opened.
Hubby is effectively stuck inside the ensuite, his exit blocked by his perfect fit of a door.
Not wanting to wake the angel Magoo, Hubby calls out to his wife and bangs softly to get her attention. With no success. She can be heard laughing and rambling around the house.
Luckily, Hubby has his mobile in his pocket, so he calls his wife. He texts his wife. He calls his wife again. He texts again. Minutes pass.
Oh, then she pushes the door in and releases that Hubby character.
Based on a true story.