My Grandad (who is pushing 80 at the time of writing) has a story from when he was a young
Cop where he answered a domestic disturbance call and had to try and talk down a very drunk and angry husband. After a few failed attempts he started to get angry at my Grandad, when all of a sudden *whack* he collapsed to the ground. Behind him stood his wife, Frying Pan in hand. Grandad excused himself and left.