I completely schooled the manager

of a furniture store last night with my amazing car packing skills. So we (my gf and I) are in this furniture store and we find a dining room table we really like. We decide to buy it and the annoying "must be on commission" sales guy rings us up and calls someone to help us load the table. Over the phone whoever he called asks what we are going to put the table in and we tell him a Toyota Prius. The person on the phone turns out to be the warehouse manager and the annoying "must be on comission" sales guy says "he says there is no way that table can fit in a Prius." Then he explains that the warehouse manager does this all the time and knows exactly what he is talking about. I told the annoying "must be on commission" sales guy to tell the warehouse manager to bring an allen wrench set and help us. After about 20 minutes the guy shows up and doesn't say a word. We go to the table and he starts reluctantly taking the legs off. Finally, he asks "what is this going in?" (even though he already knew.) We say a Prius and he just looks at us like we completely stupid. I make him help carry the table top to the car and after tilting it diagonally, the top fits right in. We put the legs in and shut the hatch. After seeing that it fit perfectally,  the guy shook his head, waved, and slowly walked back inside. I almost feel bad for shattering his ego.