Albert Anastasia liked his routines. One day Albert came into a local bar and went into a fit of rage because someone was sitting on his stool. The owner of the place, tried to diffuse the situation by asking him how he could be sure that was his stool, “You know I move them around when I clean up in the morning, right?” “I know my stool when I see it.” Albert said and shot the bartender a look. If looks could kill…

This story comes from The Lord High Executioner by Frank DiMatteo and Michael Benson.