2 things.....

My mother's friend's ex-husband was one of the many unfortunate bastards that were whacked by Nicky Scarfo back in the 80's.

Awhile ago, when the Testa Family was still in control of Philly, Sal Testa owned many restaurants in the heart of Philadelphia. Not only was he the "restaurant type" of guy, but he laundered loads of cash through them. My dad knew this, and he would eat lunch at Sal's places because he could get Veal for $2 which should of cost much much more. It didn't matter to the Testas since even if my dad payed $2, they made a profit of $10 (The pluses of money laundering). My dad would literally call them up and ask for their special of the day, lol. Then when they said it cost $20, he would say "how about $2?" and they would say "okay." It didn't matter to them.

So, anyway, one day my dad was eating lunch with some of his friends and as they were finishing, the waitress came by with some rolls for my dad and a friend. Anyway, one of my dad's friends who was rather fat asked the waitress, "What? No Rolls for me? I want some rolls too!"

The waitress replied with, "No, your too fat."

My dad's friend got very pissed, and called the waitress an Italian bitch. Wrong move in a place like that.

The waitress picked up a butter knife and started swinging it around, and then called, "Yo Sally, this guy is threatning me!"

Then, 4 wiseguys come running over from the bar, my dad and his friends tried to warn the fat friend that this wasn't the place, but it was too late. The 4 mobsters, picked up my dad's fat friend (who weighed at least 320 lbs) and threw him out the door.

Then, of course, my dad and his friends that remained at the table apologized not only for the fat friend's behavior, but for bringing him there. You don't just apologize for someone else's faults in a place like that, you put some blame on yourself.