the early birthday present

Yesterday I went shopping for a birthday present for my husband. I found exactly what I was looking for, an electric fireplace, and it was on sale! But there is only one left. Its on the highest shelf possible in the most inconvenient spot (talk about planning...) This older guy is helping, but the box, which is about 60 lbs, has a little label that says team lift. He goes and gets a 'young' guy and a ladder. The ladder is way to short, doesn't even reach the shelf, but still they are struggling to grab hold of the box. Finally they get a taller ladder, the old guy gets another young guy.
Now these two young guys are up there. Oh boy... I said to them that it didn't look very safe, and they probably shouldn't do it. I thought of looking away, but I needed to see in case the whole thing came crashing down on me. They manage to get it off the shelf, partly, then it slips and crashes onto the top of the ladder where the box cracks and snags on the edge of the ladder. By now there is another customer watching, she wants that fireplace.
One guy is trying to lift the box but the rips keep getting bigger, then I hear the scratch, yes, they scratched the fireplace. After some more comical wrestling, the three of them (the old guy is helping again) finally and roughly get the box to the ground. We inspect the box and the scratch, the other lady hovering to see if I still want it, quite annoying actually. There was a small scratch on the back side, I bought it anyway. They load it on the top of my cart. This took about 25 minutes.
I wheel to the cash, which was an adventure in itself - people when you see a cart with a big box coming down the aisle, don't cut it off, don't stop in front of it, and please oh please, if your yapping on the phone and get hit cause your in your own little world, don't gripe about it afterwards.
Whew, out of the store now, I get to my car. Okay, how to get this 60lb awkward thing into my car by myself. Gravity and momentum. It slid right in the back seat in about 1.5 minutes. Makes me wonder about those two guys on the ladder.
I get home. Can't get it out of my car. Why could I get it in but not out? I didn't want my husband to have to help me unload his own present so I ask my Dad. Now it ends up by the front door. How to get it inside without it being seen? There's no way... So after all that, he got his present last night, even though his birthday is two weeks away...
Whew!