"No," you say, "not your car, your carbs, like carbohydrates."
"What did you call me?" the man shouts. He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he punches you solidly in the nose, letting loose a spray of blood. "That's it," he says, "you'll never work in this town again!" You watch in horror as the customer pulls out his cell phone to call your boss at the pizza restaurant. A moment later he says, "Yeah, I'm calling because I just had to punch this chump for being a shitty delivery person; they need to be fired and put on the 'don't give them a job' list. Okay, great, thank you." Then he hangs up, making it official: you're a failure. You wake up feeling worse than when you went to sleep.