She held the list in her hand, then looked at the little three wheeler.
“How the hell are we going to get this lot into there,” she barked.
Jim stood with his hands in his pockets looking nonchalantly at the purple Reliant.
“It was your damned idea to go camping and then to go and buy the biggest tent in the store”
Jim didn’t answer.
“That’s you all over,” she yelled. “You go and do things and then won’t take responsibility for them. Well you can take this damned list and get all the stuff in there yourself.” Then, throwing the list at him, she stalked off.