She slapped the binder open. “Page one: self-serve soda. A child could theoretically pour four refills. That is over 100 grams of sugar. That is anarchy.”
Marcia didn’t cheer. She never cheered. Instead, she gathered her pamphlets, shot Leslie a look of profound disappointment, and whispered to Gerald, “This isn’t over. I heard the library is considering graphic novels next.”
“A gateway, Ms. Knope!” Marcia shot back. “First, extra Sprite. Then, extra screen time. Then, premarital hand-holding at the mall food court. I’ve seen the data.” marcia langman parks and rec
Here’s a short story about Marcia Langman from Parks and Recreation , staying true to her righteous, easily-outraged, moral-crusader persona. The Sacred Soda License
“Unsupervised sugar delivery,” she hissed to her husband, Gerald, who nodded solemnly, clutching a small crucifix. She slapped the binder open
Ron Swanson, who had wandered in for the free coffee, grunted. “Ma’am, the only thing more dangerous than a child with soda is a government telling a business how to dispense it. I’ll take four self-serve fountains in every restaurant.”
“Chairman,” she began, voice trembling with synthetic humility. “I am Marcia Langman, spokesperson for the Society for Family Stability and Acceptable Television. We successfully removed the ‘risqué’ chapter from the Pawnee North Middle School health book. We are vigilant .” That is over 100 grams of sugar
As she walked out into the Pawnee night, she passed a teenager drinking a large cola. She shuddered.