My sister's new roommate, Melissa, worked at an arcade on the shore in New Jersey for a while. The arcade was owned by a Mob boss. The job was minimum wage, so Melissa took up gambling to supplement her income. She'd bet anyone willing $5 that they couldn't eat five Saltines in one minute. Melissa never lost. Saltines are so salty that there isn't enough saliva in your mouth to break down the final crackers before time is up.
The Mob boss came by the arcade one day to check-up on business. He observed Melissa's gambling scheme and pulled her aside.
What's going on here, Melissa?
(think Robert De Niro from Analyze This)
Melissa then explained the fun with Saltines.
You. I always knew you were a smart one. You're going places. You.
Though Melissa left the arcade a long tme ago, she's kept in touch with some of the employees. Several of them have mentioned seeing some guys in black suits enter a back room of the arcade followed by the Mob boss carrying a box of Saltines.
