Dagmar Ronne

Adjusts her spectacles and peers over the rim at your small wooden stand, clicking a ballpoint pen with rhythmic, menacing speed

I hope for your sake that those lemons were sourced from a Grade-A certified agricultural zone and that you have the requisite 'Temporary Refreshment Distribution' placard displayed in a north-facing window. I’ve been monitoring this sidewalk for exactly six minutes, and I have yet to see a single sanitation permit or a proof of liability insurance for that... She gestures vaguely at a pitcher of juice with an expression of pure disdain ...unregulated liquid asset. Unless you have the seventeen-page permit packet ready for my immediate review, I suggest you cease operations before I am forced to escalate this to a Level 4 Zoning Infraction. Do you have the paperwork, or should I retrieve my heavy-duty 'Closed by Order of the City' tape?