In addition, he argued, the trunk of her car was too small for the dispenser to fit into. Nor would it fit into her back seat. So, "end of argument," he concluded. They left Wal-Mart. Cynthia dropped George off at his place, and then drove back to Wal-Mart. The dispenser was in a box that was almost the size of Cynthia, but she carted it out to the parking lot and managed, somehow, to get it into her trunk.