There I stood. In the longest lunch line known to man at Chick-fil-a. It's finally my turn, and I place my order with the young woman behind the counter.
"That'll be $6.01" she says.
I give her my plastic card and she asks for my id.
Instinctively I give her my military id. It is on top after all.
"Oh, I miss mine." She smiles.
"I lost my military id"
"They can make you another one at the reserve base I think."
"Not since the cheating b@st@rd left me....
Oh, here's your order, have a wonderful day."
"Yeah, you too."