The GM, a jangly, untrustworthy character, who seemed to be high on quaaludes most of the time, would disappear on benders for days at a time. This was problematic, as he had the only keys to the office. When the local wise guys showed up — as they did every Tuesday — looking for protection money (this kept our delivery trucks from having their tires slashed), we had to jimmy the office door to get at the safe.
