I heard the story today of how our construction foreman (Bob) in Hawaii wanted to hire a certain medic (Joe). Bob received a phone call from another medic's father (Dave) stating if Bob hired Joe, then all of the equipment and crew would not show up for work. Sure enough, the next day came and all of the stuff was gone and nobody showed up.
Bob got another call from Dave stating Bob should meet Dave at a bar. Bob shows up and there are half a dozen huge Samoans waiting for him. Bob buys everybody a beer and Dave tells him he needs to hire this other medic (who's sitting off to the side and isn't even Dave's son; turns out the son just doesn't like Joe). If Bob does as "asked", all of the equipment and crew would be back to work. Bob agrees, the Samoans leave (without drinking the beers) and the next day everybody and everything is back on track.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it? If anybody wonders where organized crime went, try the movies.
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