A few years ago, my father handled a small legal matter for the owner of Bagelworks, a local bagel store near my house. Ever since then, the owner, an avuncular Hungarian woman, has adored my father and given him free bagels as a token of appreciaton for his help.
The other day, my father walked into Bagelworks for his weekly bagels, and was greeted with the usual "Meester Berger! My friend!" "Nice to see you. How's business?" responded my father, as the conversation proceeded with the usual patter. But suddenly, the owner got very serious--
Bagelworks Owner: Meester Berger, I have another legal matter to discuss with you. Please come to the back room.
My Dad: What is it?
Bagelworks Owner: You see, a new bagel store opened down the block, and we're having a little trouble. I was wondering if you could do something about it?
My Dad: So what happened, did it infringe on your copyrighted name?
Bagelworks Owner: No, I... I want you to SHUT IT DOWN!
My Dad: Are they not zoned for retail? I can check with the City Council.
Bagelworks Owner: No, no council, just SHUT IT DOWN! SHUT IT DOWN!
My Dad: This isn't Hungary--in America, you can't put your competitor out of business simply because you don't want competition.
Bagelworks Owner: Of course I cannot Meester Berger. I am just a simple shopkeep. But you are a man of the law. You can do whatever you want! SHUT IT DOWN, Meester Berger, I beg you.