Pel, Pat's nickname during our jeunesse dorée was "The Cold-Cocker." If he didn't like your tie, or thought the girl you took to a party was too good-looking for you... No warning...WHAM-O!
The Statie found this out the hard way as he was writing Pat a ticket. IIRC, he did spend a night in the hoosegow. I reckon that at the time, Pat was perhaps not the consummate product of Western Christian Civilization he is today.
He was a work in progress, lol. What did your offending tie look like, anyway? Paisley?