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There was, or yeah, was a Burger King customer, a guy out in Oregon, Curtis Bruner, was at a

Burger King in Northeast Portland and was trapped for over an hour at the restaurant.

And it was a mess trying to get that lock undone.

He locked the door and he couldn't unlock it.

Some employees slid a fly swatter under the door for him to try to open, probably open the lock.

He cut his hand.

He says the employees were laughing at him.

Well, he finally got out.

I think they called a locksmith.

And he said, you know what?

This triggered my PTSD.

I was too upset to drive.

The cleanliness of that restaurant or the bathroom was less than desirable.

Highway bums use it as a changing room.

It's not pleasant smelling and being in there for over an hour.

You smell like that when you get out.

So before he leaves the restaurant, one of the employees came over and said, while I was sitting in the lobby

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