"Hey!" you shout as he's walking away, but he's already out the door. He probably wouldn't have stopped if he had heard you. You rush out after him, intent on stopping him from doing unmentionable things to your mother. "Hey!" you shout again once you're close enough to him to be heard. Your initial suspicion was correct, as he completely ignores you, so you put a hand on his shoulder and spin him around. "That's my mother you're talking about!" you scream in his face.
"Oh, yeah? With a mom like that, you must have hundreds of siblings." He turns to get in his shiny sports car and you grab his shoulder to spin him around again. This time there are no words, only rage, and you blast him in the face with a fearsome punch. He drops his phone on the ground where it lands with the screen up. Just as he's clutching his bleeding nose, his phone starts to ring. You look down, and the screen reads "Airport lady" and has a picture of...somebody who's not your mom.
"Um...I'm really sorry," you say.
You wake up feeling like you're in a lot of trouble and also feeling a little bit guilty...but not that guilty, because your boss really is an asshole.