What is it that when I am around people I admire and I really want to appear cool, I fall flat on my face?
Way back when I was a princess in Romania (http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/how-to-become-a-princess-generosity.... ) I don't think I told you about the time I got locked in a restaurant bathroom.
It was a bathroom for one person. I locked the outside door. That was a mistake, because, when the time came, the lock wouldn't unlock. The key wouldn't turn, or it kept turning around not accomplishing anything, I don't remember which.
I kept turning the key. I kept banging on the door. I yelled, "Let me out." In the hustle and bustle, no one heard me.
Here I was, locked in a bathroom in Romania. Would I ever get out?
I had a little panic, but also I couldn't stop laughing. I mean, that is an incredible experience to be locked in a bathroom in Romania, don't you think?
Between my solitary paroxysms of laughter, I was thinking of Heaven Admin in the restaurant waiting for me. I pictured him tapping his fingers on the table and wondering where I could have gone.
College graduate that I am, I finally noticed a window. I was able to open it and call out and get a waitress's attention.
Somehow she got the door open from the outside. She was not too happy with me and scolded me for locking the door.
I returned to Heaven Admin with as much dignity as I could muster.
What could possibly be worse than being locked in a bathroom in a foreign country?
I will tell you what. Even worse is being locked in a bathroom at the Fairfield Sufi House!
There was a crowd of people at the Sufi House in Fairfield the other night, and of course I locked the bathroom door. The lock was very tight, and it wasn't easy to turn, but I leaned against the door and succeeded.
However, when I wanted to leave, no matter which way I turned the lock, the door wouldn't budge. I couldn't remember which direction of the lock -- horizontal or vertical -- was locked or unlocked. Obviously, the door was stuck to the jamb. I was afraid that if I pulled too hard, and the lock was locked, I might break the lock or something.
As luck would have it, everyone in the Sufi House apparently heard my attempts at unlocking the door and congregated outside the door. Advice was coming from many voices. "Turn it the other way." "Try again." "Tug at it."
Finally, I did get the door open! And there were all these people with smiles to greet me! Guess who was at the head of the happy smiling crowd outside the bathroom door? Yes, it was Effendi.
If you want to decrease ego, I would recommend the old-lock-yourself-in-bathroom-technique.