My own example of intimidation comes from the other side. And I assure you I played it for laughs. It still tickles me some forty years later.
My Dad and I had an agreement. As long as I worked to stay in college, I could live in my old room, with meals. In turn, I worked on the loading dock at Master Lock. As for my personal life, my Harley was parked next to his car at our garage at home, and I made no secret of my club affiliation.
One weekend when I was about nineteen, my club pulled into one of those little broken down county fairs, just a place with loud music and cold beers. We hadn't even gotten all of the bikes parked when this nut comes running up to me, screaming.
He kept repeating, "Does your dad know you do this?" As I looked up, I realized that he was one of the 2,200 employees from Master Lock, and I remembered him vaguely. I brushed him off and went to go party, forgetting the incident.
Monday morning, my Dad and I walked into the plant, and there was this same nut by the door, still all wound up. He blocked our path (and my Dad was the executive Vice-President at that time) and went ballistic about the type of hoodlums I rode with on my free time.
I decided to yank him.
I told him, "Hey, I'm just a member, I don't hold an office. Obviously, you're concerned about customer service and our club image--things that are handled by The Club Enforcer's office. If you'll give me your name and address, I'll guarantee the proper people come to see you..."
The guy's color drained on the spot. We walked right by him, and I couldn't help but smirk.
My Father has been gone now about five years. We seldom agreed on anything, from the jobs I had, to the courses I took, the way I wore my hair or the whole "bike thing." He even wrote me a long heartfelt letter when I was about thirty-three trying to reconnect over the damage these fights caused us as father and son.
But on that day, he turned to me ever so slightly. He was the vice-president, and he had conduct to maintain. Softly he said with a wink, "You just couldn't leave it alone, could you..."
I do think about it as the one time my Dad and I had a bit of fun together. It was the day we used humor to make some idiot piss himself.