(57) Welcome to the Family
I perpetrated this bit of tightly-wound fashion boutique management in Hoboken NJ, just across the Hudson River from Manhattan. Here we see my shop being visited by a mafioso who most surely didn’t go to charm-school. Some mobsters are smooth, but this one was like a bull who carried his own china-shop around with him.
Mobsters are strangely impervious to one’s would-be menace, I find. I confess that my attempts to be authoritative usually work only on small rabbits. IMDb listing here. (3’12”)
(See video here.)