"We should put a bomb under the table" he tells me, the Bosses nephew. "Blow it up. Kill them all".
He has a certain charm, this Italian accent, thick, he continues...
"Sure, at first everyone would be upset, they have family and children...but in twenty years they would thank us!"
He's right, of course. It's taken him a while to cotton on, but we serve, pander to and pamper, the worst clientelle in the city. Moneyed, yes, class, manners, education - 0. That's the thing about Calgary, you have money, you don't need the rest....
And the bomb under the table, it could be the start of a brave new world...