At our ages, we brought it down bucket by bucket to avoid any back issues. Then as her grandson watched from the porch, he suddenly exclaimed that he had the solution. He'd help using his trusty beach pail.
I'll give you ten cents for every pail, you keep count, I trust you, just don't overfill it, she added. To which her grandson replied, "oh boy".
In the end, we were done in record time, and he had earned a dollar. She doubled it. He was thrilled. We had a canned cocktail.

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