Gets Free, sort of

Shauna kept cursing under her breath. Whatever glue Joanna used was incredibly strong, and Shauna thought about having to eventually go to the ER unless Joanna had some sort of solvent, and if she did, what would that do to her skin?

Shauna looked at the seat. It was screwed on, so she looked around for something she could use as a large flathead screwdriver. She saw a metal nail file she could just reach. It took her quite a while but she unscrewed the seat and she stood up. She felt totally ridiculous.

She saw the bathroom clock. The Zoom meeting was going to start in two minutes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"