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Pat’s Tavern by Thomas J. CraneA Question Regarding ReceiptsMy father’s honor was always respected and especially by those in the Policy Syndicate and as his son, I in turn was honored and respected by those who bestowed those attributes upon him. My father had sent a pad of receipts similar to what we used everyday at the filling station to George, the general manager of the of the auto agency that was the front for the Numbers Racket or Policy Wheel. Every time a customer purchased a new car they received 10 gallons of gas in the tank as a courtesy. These cars usually came in batches of 6 on a car carrier or sometimes 5. Once they arrived at the dealership, they were driven over in mass, 6 or 5 at a time with that many drivers along with the correct number of signed receipts.One day, a young “punk” came along with the cars and he had the receipts. As he handed them to my father, my father counted them and he said, “I only have 5 receipts, and you brought in 6 cars.” The “Punk” then replied, ”Listen, old Man, you are making enough money, so don’t complain. Just take the 5 receipts and be happy.” After the “Punk” left, my father went in and called George. He said to George, “You sent over 6 cars, correct?” George replied, “That is right.” and my father responded, “I only have 5 receipts.” George said, “I will take care of that right away.” My father replied, “When you do, don’t send that smart talking Punk.” George then replied, “Don’t worry, I will take care of that.” When I looked up, the punk drove in and got out of his car and walked up to my father and said, “Mr. Crane, I am sorry that I offended you and I apologize for the way that I acted. Please take this receipt.” With that my father reached cut and took the receipt and without saying a word he gave him the sternest look that I have ever seen. If looks would kill, that would have been the time. That young man learned a lesson that day that I hoped that he never forgot.100

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