I started thinking and I have broken a cue before.
I managed a pool room about twenty years ago and one night, two of my regular customers get into a "fight". They are both drunk and looked like a couple of school girls in a cat fight. I jumped between them and got them seperated. I made them both leave.
Nest day, I went in early just to knock some balls around before I started work. Mike, one of the regulars who I threw out the night before, yells at me from across the bar, "Hey, I got a bone to pick with you!"
I said, "What's that?" He yells, "I heard you think you can whip my a$$!"
Two things you have to understand about Mike is: first, he thinks he's a real pretty boy. Never a hair out of place and always sits in spot at the bar where he can see his reflection in a mirror. Second, he is head over heels in love with my day bartender. He wants her BAAAAADDDDDD.So, I know this show is for her benefit.
I tell him I don't have a clue what he's talking about. He proceeds to yell, "ANYTIME, ANY PLACE, IF YOU GOT THE BALLS, yada, yada, yada."
I tell him I'm not going to be cheap entertainment for the rest of the place and if he wants to discuss it, he can quit yelling and come talk to me man to man.
He finally comes over and sits down and then starts yelling again how he's going to whip my a$$, all the while looking at the girl of his dreams behind the bar to see if she's watching.
I was trying to be nice for customer relations, but finally I'd had enough after he threatened me for the forty third time. I held up my finger and said "Hold that thought." I stood up, walked over to rack of house cues on the wall, pulled one off, looked down the shaft for straightness, checked the tip, and turned around and smashed it over the brass bar rail, flipped the butt over in my hand and calmly walked back over to where he was sitting and sat down.
At this point, he's all bug eyed and I say, "Where were we?.........Oh, that's right, you were threatening me!"
He stuttered, "What are you going to do with that?", eyeing the broken butt in my hand.
I said, "You idiot! What do you think I'm going to do with it? I'm going to do my best Babe Ruth impersonation using your head for a baseball if you threaten me one more time and she's not going think you're real pretty anymore when I get done with you!", pointing the butt at the bartender."NOW, GO AHEAD AND THREATEN ME AGAIN!"
It was amazing! All he could say was how cool everything was about a dozen times!
I got up and threw the bartender a $10 bill for the cue and never had a lick of trouble out of him again.
The fine art of customer relations. Go figure!
Sorry for the novel. It was funny at the time but I guess you'd had to been there.
Stones