An hour of entertainment or a humbling trip into inadequacy?
It depends entirely on whether you and your trusty companions manage to escape before the clock ticks down to — you lose. And BTW, you’re a moron.
FYI, this is not a game to play with your spouse/partner/anyone you intend to get naked with.
Have you ever tried sticking your arm through a hole in a wall and, using a handheld mirror to reflect back the contents of the room on the other side of the wall, find a green button?
That’s the easy part.
The hard part is describing the location of said button to your husband, so that he can stick his arm through an opening cut into a door and hit the button only you can see.
Take it from one who knows, don’t do it.
Apparently, to some people, not naming any names here, the instruction move straight ahead is ambiguous.
We’re not even going to get into the bit where I was too short to see some of the clues and too clueless to get most of the ones I did see.
Considering my abysmal performance, you’d be justified in assuming I won’t be swiping my credit card at one of these escape rooms ever again.
I remain uncowed and unconvinced. I refuse to believe I can’t figure out how to escape … eventually.