Maybe it's just me. But if a box does not fit on a shelf, I typically either turn it on its side or put it on a different shelf: one with higher clearance.
Not so my husband. Observe.
I'm telling you, testosterone is responsible. Damn it, if it doesn't fit...force it!
Of course, if I am to be fair in the gender-bashing, I could admit that only someone surging with estrogen would be more interested in bitching about it rather than just saying "thanks for helping with the groceries"...