Where did the author get trapped?

Choices:
A. In the port-a-pot
B. In the hotel in Georgia
C. not enough information
D. In the ocean
In the port-a-pot
I was 14 at the time.
My family and I took a family vacation to Tybee Island, Georgia.
It is a beautiful place that I would highly recommend.
I told my family that I was going to go find a port-a-pot.
So I head off by myself.
I’m in the port-a-pot, i’m in there for roughly 10 minutes. (you can assume what I was doing)
I wash my hands and get ready to leave the port-a-pot, and I tried to open the door and it was locked.
I’m claustrophobic, so I start to FREAK OUT.
I started banging on the door, running into the door with all of my weight.
Nothing was helping.
I then start crying, I thought for sure that I was going to die.
I knew it was the end, at the age of 14, locked in a port-a-pot, in 95 degree weather in the middle of a beach in Georgia.
Looking back, i’m curious as to why my family never came to look for me, I was gone for like 30 minutes.
So I’m banging on the door continuously, bawling my eyes out.
Then a man opened the door for me, from the outside.
He was about 6’3 with dreads about 12 inches long and weighed about 280 pounds.
I ran out of the port-a-pot and jumped on the guy and gave him a hug and told him that I loved him and that he saved my life.
I don’t know how he managed to open the door for me, but I definitely know that my 14 year old self owes that man my life.
I’m not sure where he is in life, or what he’s doing, but I hope God is blessing him abundantly.
It is definitely a funny story to tell my friends.