CANTON, CT--Panic consumed area man Paul Erikson Sunday, upon discovering that the lock for the bathroom door inside friend Matt Hordiman's house was not operational.
"Shit, now what am I gonna do?" A desperate Erikson was overhead saying to himself. "I really have to go. Could I press my foot against it if I stretch? No, no way. It's too far. What If I sing? No, that'd be fucking weird. What if I do that thing where I cough or sneeze loudly if I hear someone? Yeah, that might work."
At press, Erikson had abandoned plans of relieving himself and hurriedly flushed the toilet as he heard approaching footsteps.
