The screen door closed hard behind him when he came into the house. It always did that, and it was something he was always saying that he was going to fix but never got around to it. “Damn” he said after he dropped the bottle of soda he just bought from the store. What made him drop it was the loud band the screen door made. The bottle did not open but got real shook up. So he rested it on the kitchen table so it will settle down. He was not going to open it until later on. He know there would be soda all over the place if he did open it. He then looked at the screen door and decided he was going to fix it once and for all.
He went into the basement to get his tool box and return to the screen door. As he was starting to adjust the tension bar, he looked real good at the door and said to himself (’what the hell am I fixing this old piece of crap for? I might as well just remove it and throw it away.’) And that’s just what he did. He removed it and tossed into the garbage. He liked the way the front door looked without that old rusted and damaged screen door. Now he felt much better.
Now that that was done he turned his attention to his lunch. He bought some good cold cuts from the deli and was ready to make himself a killer sandwich. He piled on the ham and cheese and layer a thick layer of mustard onto the bread. Then he cut up some fresh tomato’s and some lettuce. He also had some sharp provolone that he bought and he cut himself a nice chunk. He was ready to go watch a movie that he DVRed and enjoy his lunch.
He figured since it took him a while to prepare his sandwich that the soda was settled enough to open up. So he took the bottle from the table and walked over to the sink. He was not taking any chances and did not want a cola bath. So what he did was stand it up in the sink and started to open the cap slowly. He heard the hiss if the gas escaping. And there it went. Soda started to spill out of the side of the cap. He figured he had it under control because not much was coming out. But he figured wrong. It was getting worse. It seemed like the gas bubbles were building up and getting stronger. He was starting to yell and scream at the bottle.
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