Tram Mafioso

Late at night my partner and I were on the last tram back from the city. A big guy was sitting opposite us, with one shoe off, massaging his feet and complaining loudly about how sore they were. A few stops later, an old Italian man got on board and was collared by the younger man, who clearly recognised him. They shook hands, exchanged greetings and sat together. They started talking and catching up on who was where. Most were either 'inside' or had just got out, as had the younger man. The two chatted for a while, lamenting that 'working for the company today, it's just not the same, there's no loyalty any more'. The younger man quizzed the elder (a restauranteur) about 'career options' for him, which seemed to include selling fruit or driving a truck...will be on my best behaviour next time i am choosing my bananas.