That's the fear. So I went out to dinner with Lucy last night and I ordered a glass of wine. I wanted this glass of wine so bad. I'd been thinking about it all day. Kev, I did not get your favorite Pinot Grigio. I got a Sauvignon Blanc. Okay. And it's a brand that I get all the time. So I know exactly what it tastes like. The very nice waitress brings me the glass, sets it down in front of me. I take a sip. I know immediately, this is not what I ordered. And like I said, I never send stuff back, But I'm thinking, I really want this and I know I'm going to pay for it. So I very politely said to her, I'm so sorry. I think that this might be somebody else's. This is, you know, this is not what I ordered. And she's like, oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry. No problem. Brings me a new glass of wine. It is not right either. Wasn't the same as the first one that was wrong? It was exactly the same as the first one. So I'm thinking, OK, like somebody's mixed up back there. It's not her fault. You know, I don't think. But I also don't want to be a pain in her butt and be like, this one's not right either. So I like took another sip and then I was like, whatever. At this point, this is Jesus telling me you don't need to drink tonight. Trust me. You know what I mean? I just did not want to be a jerk. But I'm like, why am I like this? And then I get the bill and I'm so disgruntled that there's the glass of wine on it that I didn't even drink.