You hop in your car and speed away with him watching, hoping to paradoxically leave, get breadsticks, and return without him noticing. You're able to get the side quickly and return back, having been gone only a few short minutes. One back, you present the man with the breadsticks proudly. He looks down at his watch and says, "Thirty-two minutes; Pizza's free."
"But...but I was here before," you stammer. "I just went to get your breadsticks..."
"Sorry," he says, "but you're two minutes late, dude." He slams the door in your face while you stand there, alone and unpaid, an abject failure in the world of delivery food service.