How to Make It Real:
If you want to feel that same level of tension brought on by a moment where another person is begging you to not take them on their word, order something at a fast food drive-through -- maybe a lot of somethings with a lot of specific modifications to the order -- and wait for them to give you the bag. Your instinct is to check the order to make sure they didn't turn your double cheeseburger with special sauce, extra pickles, and no onions into a chicken sandwich topped with shoelaces and bottle caps. But the person at the window will just stand there, watching, daring you to talk some shit about the order they and their crew put together.
"I will cut you with a plastic knife if you have a problem with this meal."
It's a tense standoff. You have every right to check that bag. It's your food. Your hard-earned money paid for that food. You're going to have to eat that food. Why shouldn't you check it? Trust. Wanting to believe you can take someone at their word. They're a fast food professional. So, when you get that bag, don't look in it. Give the drive-through worker a quick scan for tells. Does he look nervous? Is there something off about him? Is he the Hamburgler, and do you feel he's swapped out the bag of burgers for hair nets filled with dead dumpster rats of equal weight to deceive you? You're not going to be able to tell any of that. In fact, the person at the window probably goes through the same motions with the people who put the order together, because the window guy is the face of the operation. He's the one who's going to get yelled at if the burgers are in disarray.
He's like a big kleptomaniac demon baby.