It's actually kind of funny when you ask what's wrong, and you're told that these gigantic water jugs need to be taken outside and dumped because they've got life growing in them.  When you know that one can't do it because of wrist and back problems and the other just back problems.  When you, yourself, have back problems, yet you offer to anyway and go to grab the handle.  When both start to say, "No, don't, it's too heavy--!" and you're able to lift it up entirely with one arm and carry it outside and dump it.

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The only thing I can be thankful for from high school was how heavy they made my backpack.  Huh.  Who thought I'd ever say that?