This thread is reminding me of picking my sister up at college. My husband and I arrived at around 8am, and she had to be out of the dorm by 11am. She’d been done with exams 2 days previously, so we had every expectation that she’d be ready. She had a large single to herself, had stuffed it to the gills, and hadn’t started packing.
She did have her suitcases out and unzipped, which to her was “ready.”
We put her in charge of throwing out trash and returning items to other people and places – and basically we told her we were going to grab everything not nailed down and throw it into the car, and that’s what we did.
Got her out of there in time, but only barely. This was 1995, and my husband STILL talks about it.