I swipe my battle-tested card
And they allow me to enter.
I look around, inundated by the smells.
Enveloped by the chatter.
I grab my plate, and wait my turn.
I grab some poultry and potatoes.
There's one more thing left to do.
I must quench my thirst.
But when I push the dispenser
There's no diet coke.
I am eternally sad.