At a cavernous 1940s aircraft hangar, Dr. Phil has paused production to correct the forklift corps de ballet. His diagnosis: the lead driver keeps confusing emotional availability with turning radius, while the backup operator refuses to commit to a clean pirouette.
With a clipboard in one hand and a signal baton in the other, he orders six machines through a synchronized pallet lift. The foreman watches in stunned silence as Dr. Phil demands better spacing, honest mirrors, and absolutely no passive-aggressive beeping. Today's completely unnecessary Dr. Phil moment.











