Locked in the bathroom

When we first moved in, there was no bathroom door on the kids' bathroom.  They told us that it was being replaced, since there was some damage on the previous one.  We had been living in the apartment for a week before they came with the new door to install.  It was very curious watching them install it.  They had brought a sander with them and had to sand it down it get it to fit.

When they were finished, I noticed 2 things that were different about this door, compared to all the other doors we had.  First, there were no keys.  All the other doors had keys, so you could flip the bolt from the inside, or lock it with a key on the outside.  The new bathroom door had no way to unlock it from the outside.  Second, they had left a gap along the top of the door.  I pointed it out to them, but they seemed unconcerned.

Nineteen days passed.....

We planned on going to a pool with our friends, so we told the kids to get changed into their suits.  Maya grabbed her suit and headed to the bathroom.  Charlie followed her down the hall, which made Maya nervous he would walk in her, so she locked herself in the bathroom.  After she changed, she tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn't work.  She was able to spin the lock, but the lock wouldn't disengage.  She started shaking the handle, pushing and pulling, panicking that she couldn't get out.
Eric came to see what all the noise was about and she started yelling that she was stuck in the bathroom and couldn't get out.  At this point, we still had not gotten any of our stuff, so we had no tools.

Eric used a butter knife to turn the screw from the outside, but it didn't disengage the lock, the same problem Maya had.  I suggested we tell our friends that we weren't going to make it to the pool, and maybe they could come help us get Maya out of the bathroom instead.  So, James brought his tools to see what he could do.  But there wasn't much to do.  Then I offered to go to the housing office and bring up one of the housing guys.  Maybe he could help.   
Any conversation with the housing guys involves the app Google Translate.  I type something into my phone and it translates it to Korean.  I show it to the housing guy, who types something into his translate app and then shows me the translation in English.  It's a slow process.

I began with this:

To which he replied, "She's locked outside?"

So, I clarified:

He seemed confused why I didn't unlock the door.

Again, I tried to clarify: 

Still there was confusion, and I realized that none of the public restroom signs say "restroom" or "bathroom".  They all say "toilet".  So I went for this:

Bingo.  Now he understood.  He grabbed his tool box and a cordless drill and followed me back to my apartment.  He looked at the lock and realized straight away he couldn't do anything.  James and Eric had managed to remove all the hardware from the door, but still couldn't get the door to unlock.  There was something internal that they couldn't get to that was keeping it from unlocking.  The housing guy pulled his phone out again and asked Eric if he could break the door.  I was thinking, "Hey, we just got that door!" but Eric said "sure".  Then the housing guy changed his mind.  He typed into his phone, "can we call the fire department?" Meanwhile, James called our Global Helpdesk person.  She asked to talk to the housing guy and together they decided calling a locksmith was the best route to take.  So, the housing guy called a locksmith and he gave him a quote of 50,000 won and an estimate of an hour before he would arrive.  

James called his wife Janny and told her to bring the picnic they had packed for the pool over to our place.  She brought so much food and wine!  We started drinking and I pulled out some chips and salsa, and some chopped veggies.  Then James and Eric left to get some cash for the ATM to pay the locksmith.  Before they left though, they slipped a Word Search puzzle through the crack over the door and the nib of a pen, so Maya wouldn't be bored.  They also put on her favorite band "Imagine Dragons".  

 James used a phone app to order more food to be delivered to the apartment while they were out.  Food delivery guys usually ride motorbikes, with their faces covered with bandanas to not inhale exhaust fumes.  This guy rings our bell with only his eyes showing.  The rest of his face is covered.  If I hadn't known better I would have thought he was there to rob us.  But we opened the door and he offered us a bag of burgers and a bottle of soda. Cheers!

Eventually the guys returned with cash and beers from the local brewery.  The locksmith showed up and took 2 seconds to get the door open.  Maya was free at last!  The locksmith fixed the lock so it wouldn't get stuck again and we continued the party.  Even a security guard showed up to watch the locksmith fix the door and hang out with the housing guy.  It turned out to be a great night.