[ Jen can't cook. She's never had to cook for herself, at least besides boiling spaghetti or grilling a grilled cheese. So she volunteers to sort boxes of donated canned goods. Organization doesn't take any natural skill, after all.
She's got her head bowed over a box of cans of creamed corn, counting them off one by one, when someone bumps into her. ]
Oh--. No, yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.
[ She sees the big box he's carrying, and moves to help take it, thinking it must be heavy. ]
one.
She's got her head bowed over a box of cans of creamed corn, counting them off one by one, when someone bumps into her. ]
Oh--. No, yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.
[ She sees the big box he's carrying, and moves to help take it, thinking it must be heavy. ]
Are those beans? Those go over here.