Well. not 500, but ...

Back in days of yore, I would sometimes get up of a late summer morning and
find the kitchen counters laden with tomatoes that needed to be dealt with
<now>. My husband would get up at dawn, haul the tomatoes in to the kitchen,
and then slip out to work before I was awake. It usually happened on a day
when I had promised to take the kids swimming.

Felice