I had an Olds with a 455 Rocket special in my late teens, completely rebuilt the front end, tie rod ends, idler arm, control arm bushings, ball joints, every wear part. Had all the empty cardboard boxes in the passenger floor when I took it to town for an alignment. The old man drove it up on the lift, raised it, stood under it a minute, and came back out and said, "I can't line this up, everything is too worn out. You will have to leave it here so I can rebuild the front end."
"You sure about that? Check again."
"I am sure. The tie rod ends and ball joints are barely hanging in their sockets, and the control arm bushings are barely there at all."
"Put my car down."
"No, I can't let you drive away in this thing, you'll kill somebody when it falls apart."
"Put it down, now!"
"No! I won't let you drive it away, I could be liable!"
"You put my car down, or I'll put you down, and then I'll put it down!"
He put it down and I opened the passenger door, got the armload of parts boxes, dumped them at his feet and left. I drove it the 75 miles to the next alignment shop with the tires squealing on turns.