#6: My Coworker Locked Me in the Porta Potty and Then Went to Lunch
It started as a quick bathroom break. Next thing you know, you’re living in a plastic prison, staring through a crack at freedom—and the padlock keeping you from it. Somewhere out there, your coworker is enjoying a sandwich, blissfully unaware of your tragic fate.

You cycle through all five stages of grief, somewhere between panic and plotting revenge. The smell doesn’t help. Eventually, you accept it: this is your office now. When they finally return, you’ll emerge stronger, humbler, and with a newfound respect for indoor plumbing—and vengeance in your heart.
