Words and their meanings
The gigantic four-bean, three-alarm beef burrito wasn’t settling well with James. Of course, how could he not know this? Even before the waiter refilled his drink, James was already in the room for CABALLEROS and lamenting his choice of food.
He latched the door behind him and said out loud, “Woo! I’m about to blow this place up.” He chuckled.
At every Thanksgiving and Christmas meal, his Uncle Tim used the expression an hour after he overstuffed himself.
Every single holiday meal.
Everyone knew what it meant because within the minute Uncle Tim had locked the door behind him in the upstairs bathroom.
James didn’t think anything of his comment until he washed his hands and exited the restroom.
There he found no less than four assault-type rifles pointed directly at him by a team of men dressed in tactical clothing.
James definitely had some explaining to do. It took him a minute to recall what he’d said. At the time, he hadn’t realized someone else was in the stall next to him.
And of course, him being buckled over in laughter over the matter didn’t help his cause one bit.
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