Yesterday was my third shift at the swimming pool and for approximately 15 minutes I was literally in fear of my life.
Why?
Well, my co-worker asked me to refill the ice cream freezer cabinet. No problem. But – there were 4 or 5 sorts I just couldn’t find in the freezer cabinets in the backroom. So I had to go into the cold store. Opened the first deadbolt, went into the tiny cold store, opened deadbolt #2 and went into the even smaller and even colder cold store #2.
In 99% of the films that’s the moment in which someone (accidentally) locks the poor victim in. Or the door closes and cannot be opened from the inside. And no one would hear me. Death from cold.
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