First thing that came to mind reading this:

At one of my old jobs, we were hounded by the government over some regulatory issues that at one juncture resulted in us being ordered to destroy about a ton of product in an industrial oven.

I'll never forget the person the agency sent to the facility that day to ensure that all the bureaucratic ceremony and pedantry was carried out to the letter: some haggard, sunken yenta that looked to be pushing 60 and dragging about 80 extra pounds around. She was completely festooned with cats on her suit jacket, jewelry, shoes, and scarf.

Going on a decade since then, not much has changed.