There was a dude giving me a really hard time at the salvage yard one day where I worked as the general manager, and I had listened to all I was going to take. Behind him one of my equipment operators was sitting in the cab of one of our excavators (track hoe) listening. I finally looked at the jerk and shouted, "Do you know how deep Jamie can bury you with that thing?"
As Jamie fired up the excavator he shouted, "About 30 feet, Boss."
Few times have I seen a man leave so quickly.
I miss Jamie. He died of a heart attack a few years ago. I actually got into the argument that day because the man was trying to intimidate the men who worked for me-- something I never allowed.