The driver rolls in a crate that must be 8 feet high

The driver almost slips a disc as he dollies in an enormous wooden crate, and gives you a knowing look. You suppose he probably doesn't deliver a lot of different cooking supplies and books in gigantic wooden crates, and he knows exactly what he is delivering you. You sign for it and he's on his way. You wonder why it's this tall, but then you come to the logical conclusion of packing, duh. After frantically looking for a way to open the crate, you run outside and scream down the driver before he takes off. You explain the situation and he laughs to himself and grabs a crobar he keeps beneath the passenger seat just for this occasion. He walks back into your house and helps you open it. As he finally gets the pries open the front panel it swings open and the contents are laid bare. Both you and the driver stand there in awe, mouths agape. "Wow", the driver remarked, "mine is a short little 90 pound Japanese girl. Our tastes couldn't be further apart, but you’re making a compelling argument right now with her."

You were still speechless as the driver showed himself out. It's scary how the algorithm knew what you wanted better than you did.