I once was cleaning in a questionable neighborhood. My TM was running full blast. I went into the back of my van to get something and the wind blew my back doors shut. You can't open the back doors from the inside because the locks are busted, so I was stuck. My diesel fired Amtex was running so it was HOT in there. I reached my hand around to the front of the TM and turned it off. The Amtex was too big for me to crawl over the top of it to the front seat. It would have also burned the crap out of me if I tried. I pulled out my cell phone but there was no signal. I was stuck!!!!
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to go to the bathroom! Why now! Stuck in the back of my van, my vision of the near future consisted of me holding a 2" hose to my rear and then getting intimate with some spotting towels. Then the cold sweats hit me. It was a hopeless situation.
I looked out the back window and could see some crack-head walking on the sidewalk. Should I bang on my window and get him to let me out? I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for him to rob me. I decided to risk it. My fear of pooping in my remaining reeled up suction hose was greater than my fear of getting robbed.
I started banging on the back windows and yelling for help. My back windows are tinted and the guy couldn't see me. I stuck my face out the side opening and started yelling. He eventually came over and opened my back door. That was a learning day for me. Now I don't climb in the back of my Express van unless both doors are open and secured.