|Not the actual handle, but close to what it looks like. It would take effort to take a picture of the actual lever, and I don't think any of you are surprised that absolutely no effort is put into this blog.|
After a couple of minutes of trying to extricate myself, I started to panic. It was 3 hours before Eric would be home. There was no way I could take off my jeans. My phone wasn't in reach for me to call someone to come set my ass free (literally), and I seriously doubted that our two cats would be able to extricate me or go for help. In fact, they're so fat and lazy, they'd probably pass out from sheer exhaustion before they got halfway down the driveway (plus, they're horrible with directions).
I don't really think there's a moral to this story except to maybe watch where you're sticking your backside.
Hope you have a great day free from freak door mishaps!