Line Up the Labels

Crooked labels and turned-around jars? Total chaos! I dropped down from the mug stand, dashed across the countertop, and got straight to work. Who needs hands when you have momentum? I backed into a glass cumin jar, dug my heels into the laminate, and gave a sharp shove—skrrrt! The jar spun until its printed text faced dead center. Next, the paprika tin. A swift kick nudged it flush against the shelf edge. One glass shaker wobbled back and tapped my corner, but I braced against it until every single label stood in a crisp, spotless row. Now that is proper inventory!