I'm at my parents' farm, out on the far edge of the circular driveway. I have a bicycle to work on, apparently to fix. The chain needs some grease, so I look around for some grease squeezer and there is a container of "General Purpose Grease" inside a ziplock bag. Looks like somebody already tried to grease this chain but didn't do a very good job of distributing it; it's hanging like icicles off one part of the chain and there is none on other parts.

Mom comes by and gives me some helpers, a couple of young boys around 8-10 years old. I say I'm not sure what you kids can do, I can pretty much do the job as fast as I can explain it (though in real life, obviously I'd let them do it), unless you can find another bike we need to work on.