“Do your boxes come empty?”
“Yes.” I know you’re wondering why my reaction was so, what’s the word? Nice. Well, I’m used to it. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this question. “That’s why people buy them, to fill them themselves.”
“Good, good. That’s how I want it.”
After a few minutes (a few minutes! We carry five boxes, three of which are of any use to her) she decides on the box. I gather it, place it near the door as she says,
“It’s flat! It’s so flat! How am I going to fit anything in there?”
I open the box and show her that it grows.
I hope you don’t figure this helped matters. Good.
“It has no bottom! How am I going to use a box with no bottom! You don’t know what you’re doing! I’m going to take my business elsewhere!”
Funny how she can’t figure out a box but she knows enough to tell me she’s taking her business elsewhere.