If someone complained that wasn't possible and the game was rigged, I would take a baseball and show them how easy it was. Of course i was a little closer and would throw it from underneath so the hat would come off more often than not.
When it got really busy, and it did fairly often, I would stuff the dollar bills in two boxes under the dummies and once in a while some dollar bills would magically wind up in MY pocket. It was at least enough to make all those hours worthwhile. As I mentioned the owner was a big, fat Italian guy named Ralph. He smoked the smelliest cigars, sweated like a pig and smelled so bad you had to make sure the wind was blowing in the opposite direction from him to survive his visits. The story goes that he passed gas on a bus once and 4 people died and 12 were taken to the hospital. I heard he was a made man so I did what he told me.
At the end of summer he called me aside and told me that I did a wonderful job and he was going to reward me by giving me a bonus. A bag of money. When I got home to see how much it was it was a bag of pennies so I didn't feel so guilty any more about the weekly bonuses that magically wound up in my pockets.
At least I learned the value of money that summer.
