We have a small roadside stand where we sell honey and pumpkins in the fall. We ran out of pumpkins and had a big order to fill. A friend of mine in the next town over has a pumpkin business and he had plenty so he let us go over and glean what we needed.
We had about 1 hour before dark to pick and load 120 pumpkins into our wagon with no chance to get back over there before we needed to fill the order. I was busting my hump and for the most part my teenage son was doing the same thing. On one of the trips back to the wagon he comes back with just one dinky little pumpkin when he should have had 4-5 of them.
I said what gives? He held up his other hand and he had a piece of rusted sheet metal in it and says "scrap metal" On one hand I was thinking what the heck, you gotta prioritize. We're trying to fill a $400 dollar order and your grabbing a a piece of scrap metal worth maybe $.05? On the other hand I was very proud of him for recoginizing the value of scrapping.