"You see, sir," you tell him, "it's your pizza, but it's been folded. It's a folded pizza."
A look of anger passes over the man's face. "You think I don't know what a calzone is?" His face has turned red and his veins are bulging. "I know what a bloody calzone is!" He tears the pizza from you and throws it on the ground then jumps up and down on it a handful of times. He spits in your face and goes back inside.