Shit that does not play in T-town

An example of something I saw on vacation that would not play in Tulsa:

A decrepit woman gets out of a hatchback and parks next to the sidewalk. She then begins to systematically take out a series of boxes, a folding table, and a portable grill. She ignites the portable grill and covers it in aluminum foil. She smears oil all over the foil. She props the back of the hatchback up with a dusty broom. She dumps a bag of ice and a 12 pack of Cokes into a dirty (I mean DIRTY) bucket and sells those for $3 each. She takes bacon-wrapped hot dogs and chopped onions out of the box (which has clearly not been refrigerated) and dumps them onto the hot oil on the aluminum foil. She cooks the hot dogs and sells them with onions for $5 each. She also has a cafeteria-sized bottle of mustard that looks like it has been in existence since the 1970s. As I am standing there in line, waiting in the cold wind to see Tim and Eric, I turn to my friend and say, "This bullshit would not play in Tulsa. This woman has no permit to be a street vendor and probably does not have a hint of a food handler's permit. Nothing looks clean or sanitary in this situation. TPD would have this crap shut down like that." There are times when you feel like it's good to be back home.

This is one of my cuts right now. I dedicate this to a new friend of mine who I like quite a lot. He's a good guy (not like Brownie: "you're a good old guy, you're doin' a good old job," but an actual nice, cool dude who I like exceedingly). So ya know. Let's dance, or somethin.