Our Cursed Bathroom

Here is a picture of our bathroom.  While this looks like a typical, normal bathroom/shower, don't be fooled.  It is not.  I promise you that our bathroom is cursed.  I have the following experiences as evidence to this claim:

1. Just this last December, SB and I were struggling with the glass doors of our shower.  They were always coming off track and therefore wouldn't shut all the way or they would be wobbly the whole time.  Despite the daily fight with these doors, we managed to shut them and open them most of the time.  Well, one particular time, I shut the door and when I tried to open it, it wouldn't move.  The track had jammed into the other one and I was locked in!  I knew my only options were to break the glass or go over the top... naked.  And risk breaking a body part.  Dang shower doors.  I got out through strategic maneuverability about 10 minutes later.

2. Back in January, all my roommates were off to mold the minds of young children when I got up to shower.  A few minutes into the shower, our fire alarm went off.  (Mind you, SB and I had recently had a fire in our bedroom and so I was particularly sensitive to this sound).  Without even turning the water off, I grab the first towel I see, throw it around me and sprint out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and down the stairs.  Standing in our living room, dripping wet and freezing cold, I realized the fire alarm was not going off and there was no sign of a fire. Going back upstairs, I realize our shower head decided it would be cool to make this really high-pitched, horrible screaming noise that could alarm any dog or baby within a 2 mile radius.  

3. A few weeks later, I took an evening shower and after I was done in the bathroom, I went to open the door.  Somehow, the door had locked (and we have NEVER locked it before) and it wouldn't even budge.  I was locked in my bathroom... I mean, seriously.  Who gets locked in the bathroom? Luckily I have powerful lungs and roommates that are home in the evenings, and they rushed to help open the door.  After a few minutes of all three of us struggling with the stubborn door, it finally opened.  I thought I was going to have to break the dang door down.

4. This morning.  Same deal.  Shower, dry off, open the bathroom door.  Only the bathroom door wouldn't open.  What the heck?!?!?  I tried breaking the dang lock for a few minutes and then started to panick realizing that I was home alone, rushing to get ready for class, and had no compuer, cell phone, or any type of communication technology to call for help.  I was literally locked in our bathroom for a good solid 8 minutes at least.  

Our bathroom is cursed.  Looking at the positive side, at least the situations weren't combined: the fire alarm going off AND me being locked in the bathroom by myself.