Two guys get out of a low-riding teal passenger van with chrome wheels. Inside, the van is filled with industrial plastic tanks. They start a gas-powered powerwasher somewhere inside the van. They each have a sprayer and are blasting suds all over the sidewalk around the entrance of the bagel shop. One guy has a broken foot and is in a walking boot, holding crutches. My dog and I are eating bagels at a sidewalk table next to the power washer pump, which is running very loudly. We are far enough away to avoid the flying suds. I see people clutching their newly-filled brown paper bags inside the bagel shop, peering out the front door. No one can come or go.