Your mother complains that the landscaper filled the yard waste bin too full. "It's too heavy to move," she says.
"I'll do it," you say.
"No way! It's too heavy," she says.
"You forget who you're talking to," you say.
"I'll bet you it's too heavy," she says.
"How much?" you ask.
"Five cents," she says.
So you go out to the side of the house and grab the handles and see for yourself: It IS so heavy. But you ain't detoured. You pull and you push and you deal and you wheel that heavy ass bin up the driveway and park it on the curb as your mom watches from the porch.
"I owe you a nickel," she says.
Damn straight! 'Cause you're fit!