You wait in line

And wait. And wait. It seems to take forever, and you're stuck behind someone who's loudly and obnoxiously talking with a friend. Eventually you reach the area where the food is layer out to take. Actual cooked food! You can hardly believe your eyes! There's dishes with pastas covered in cheeses and sauce, sandwiches neatly encased in cardboard packages, and even mashed potatoes covered in gravy! You salivate a little, grabbing yourself some fries on a plate and a burger wrapped up in paper. Unfortunately, the line seems to pass by a lunch lady at a card reader, which swipes the ID's.

"ID please." The lunch lady says. You pretend to look around in your pockets, before telling her you must have left it somewhere. "You know the rules. No ID, no food. And if you could step in through that door over there into the kitchen, I'd like to talk to you." You shrink at her surly gaze.

Guess you have **** but to step through that door...