“Make sure you pack the peaches tin, the can opener, some paper towels and some paper plates too since it’s going to be a long drive.”
Stella opened her mouth to say something but Nolan continued, “Oh and don’t forget the knives, the hand sanitiser, the paper cups, the blanket and the trash bags.”
She opened the kitchen cabinets to fish out all the items, muttering darkly under her breath, while Nolan rattled on, oblivious to her annoyance.
“We DO have hats, sunglasses, umbrellas and rain wear packed, I presume?”
Before Stella could turn and fling the can of peaches through the window in frustration, her mother-in-law’s soft voice cut through Nolan’s monologue, saying, “Really, the ONLY thing she ever forgot to check in the last six years was her wisdom in picking you for a husband, Nolan, so just go sit in the car and we will meet you there!”
Written for Five Sentence Fiction’s Prompt: Irritation