1/5 Melissa R. 1 year ago on Google
On
February
26,
2023,
my
family
and
I
stopped
to
get
a
room
on
our
way
home
from
a
cruise.
We
entered
the
room.
I
put
my
belongings
down
and
used
the
bathroom.
When
I
went
to
exit
the
bathroom,
the
door
would
not
open.
I
yelled
for
help
to
my
husband
who
tried
to
get
the
door
open,
tried
a
credit
card,
tried
body
slamming
it.
For
25
minutes
or
better,
I
sat
in
a
bathroom
with
no
window
and
no
way
out
and
prayed
that
there
wouldn't
be
a
fire
and
I
could
be
in
worse
trouble,
stuck
inside.
The
reality
of
how
dangerous
the
situation
was
became
so
terrifying
that
I
has
to
rock
myself
to
keep
calm.
Something
I
have
never
experienced.
I
was
thankful
that
my
young
son
hadn't
used
the
bathroom
first.
Grateful
that
someone
traveling
alone
didn't
get
the
room
instead
of
us.
Finally,
the
fire
department
got
the
door
open
and
me
out.
The
inside
of
the
lock
was
apparently
broken.
I
had
a
full
panic
attack,
which
I
don't
normally
experience,
and
just
wanted
to
leave.
We
left
and
went
to
a
different
hotel.
The
on-duty
desk
clerk
stated
her
manager
would
contact
my
husband
the
next
day.
No
such
call
has
come,
they
simply
don't
seem
to
care.
For
the
next
two
days,
we
stayed
in
hotels
as
we
made
our
way
slowly
North.
I
couldn't
fully
shut
the
bathroom
doors
out
of
the
anxiety
of
another
panic
attack.
I'm
not
a
sue
happy
kind
of
person,
but
maybe
I
should
be
for
such
a
traumatic
experience.
We
will
not
be
staying
at
Hampton
Inns
in
the
future
at
all
after
this.