The end of the story was anticlimactic: my aunt (who was getting more embarassed as each minute went on prior to the threat) heard my uncle yelling, went into the room and did one of those nervous laughs, tried to change the subject, and we all just kind of nervously futzed around for awhile until we went home.
It was one of those times you laugh in retrospect, but didn't even breath when it actually happened.
-Ramon http://razor.ramon.com
