fandomtownies | Pizza Planet, Saturday

All was quiet so far today, with the kitchen chatter at a low hum unintelligible to Jen out front, just enough to be an unobtrusive and maybe even soothing background noise.

This lasted until the new delivery of food and supplies came in, two weeks ahead of schedule, and Jen was staring into the still well-stocked storage room trying to figure out where to put it all.

"Okay, I think I got it," she told the staff. "It'll take some maneuvering, but I'll handle it."

It did take some maneuvering, and a whole lot of stacking, but she'd managed to wedge all the cans and dry goods into the storage room with just a few left to go, and that stack really wasn't as precarious as it looked, and her nose was itching and it wouldn't stop and --

One stupid sneeze brought the whole thing crashing down.

It was dead silent for a few seconds until the delivery guy's nasal voice called out, "JENGAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Luckily it only took about two seconds of demonstrating restraint holds to remind him he had a delivery to make. Funny how the rest of the staff was more than happy to pitch in and help clean up after that.

[OOC: OCD-free but still with the openness. My family may have played too much Jenga on Thanksgiving . . .]