In NYC if you don't visit the precinct bagman first, you don't get the invisible sales permit for the Girl Scout cookies.
If the father came from that neighborhood, he should have known the precinct rules!
It's got nothing to do with anything other than Bloominidiots take over of the city - he insists that every single picky iota law ever put on the books in the Big Apple be enforced.
I'm so glad I got out of there back when it was still a normal city.
I'm a long way from New York, but even I knew that.
You must allow the local bagmen to "dip their beaks".
Or maybe I watched The Godfather too many times.