"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm pretty sure this loveseat and coffee table will NOT fit in your Toyota Tercel (even IF we turn it sideways)."
"Really?? Oh you wouldn't believe what I've fit in that thing! I bet if we turn it sideways we can get it in there ok."
"That's what she said!! LOL!!"
"Never mind. Sure, let's see if we can fit it."
Now OBVIOUSLY the loveseat and coffee table won't fit in her Tercel, but since the retard customer asked, I have to oblige. The lazy bitches almost never push the carts up to the register on their own in the first place, it is YOUR purchase, YOU PUSH!! It's like going into a bar, sitting down, asking for a beer, then saying, "Would you mind lifting that beer up to my lips so I can drink it?" The immediate response I would EXPECT from such bullshit is, "Fuck you, you shit-burger with extra cheese! Drink Your beer Yourself!!"
So we finally make it to this pathetic whore's tiny car, and not ONLY would I require an axe and an industrial-sized wood chipper to fit her shit in there, she also just came from the grocery store and her car is packed with full bags (if she's a fat-ass, the bags are usually overflowing with chips, soda and cookies). You would think at this point she would say, "Oh I guess we really can't fit that in there! Oh darn, you were right! Since you do this every day I should have realized you knew what you were talking about!" But no, she proceeds to start rearranging her shit in the same way you could move stuff around in a one-car apartment garage to fit a semi-truck in there. NOT!!
Freakin mental midgets. Borrow a damn pickup. If you don't know anyone with a pickup, Uhaul is right down the street.
SO, if we retail employees tell you that your couch/grill/oven/refrigerator/desk WILL NOT fit in anything smaller than a pickup, LISTEN!!!!