I had a little extra time and reviewed this conversation.

Bill Wyko reminded me of one i had forgotten.

I was still in the mason biz and my major contractor was a big man, almost as big around as he was tall.
He could be rather boisterous in a not too pleasing way and he and i would get into many arguements.
We found the best way to get along was when and arguement got to a point where one of us started yelling,
The other just walked away.  We soon cooled down and soon got back to a more sane conversation, or just went back to work.

One day, after he and i had had one of our little tiffs, and i had gotten back to work setting stone in a stone wall.
My nephew was operating the backhoe to place the stones and i would jimmy into place with a short bar.
Right next to where we were working was the porto potty.  The rock pile was just behind the potty and my nephew was set up so he was chaining rocks and swinging them directly over to porto potty and onto the wall.
The contractor had a rush call and went into the Porto potty.  While he was in there, my nephew got a piece of rope and very quietly tied it to the two handles on each side of the structure, got back onto the backhoe and gave the contractor a rather wild and shaky ride. 
Luckily, he had a sense of humor, as i continued doing all of his masonry for many more years until i had to retire.  His project was ready to go when I told him i could no longer do such heavy lifting. I had decided to get into landscaping to give my back a rest.  He gave me his landscaping work for another few years until he moved out of town.

Tinker