I have been witness to a man on a construction crew fall asleep at the controls of a steamroller - parked, thank goodness - in between dump truck deliveries of asphalt, which he was rolling out (when awake), while all around us was a hellacious noise of construction; trucks, air tools, sheet metal being pounded with hammers, on and on. I took a bit of video of the snoozy steamroller, with the notion to lay in a twinkly lullaby under it as a soundtrack, but later decided not to. For all I know, the guy could have been working three jobs, and was more exhausted than lazy. So, I erred on the side of not being accidentally cruel.
An old newspaper man I know will gladly tell the story of his days as a copy boy at a certain daily in a major city that had buildings on opposite sides of the street, connected by an overhead catwalk. It seems one of the editors had recently acquired a then-new-to-the-States VW Beetle, and was
very proud of it indeed, perhaps to the mild irritation of some of the staff.
Thus was born a conspiracy among a group of strapping young lads for whom manhandling such a small car would be an easy errand. Soon enough, they stole into the parking lot late in their shift, got into the editor's unlocked Beetle, put the stick in "N," released the brake, and rolled the car into the freight elevator usually reserved for the massive rolls of paper. Up it went, until they were on the floor with the aforementioned catwalk, which is where they left the car.
As for moving furniture, there is a legend at my old high school of an elderly English teacher who was vexed to the point of tears one morning at being unable to locate her classroom on the long hallway where it usually was. After she went to the principal's office to seek help, it was found that some pranksters had slid one of the huge banks of lockers along the wall until it covered up the door into the classroom. After that, all the banks of lockers were bolted into the cinder block walls.
I should note for the record that this allegedly occurred well before your humble correspondent became a student at said school. I did have a couple of classes with that teacher, and found her to be a very sweet and kind lady, who cared deeply for her students (almost to a fault). I would never have approved of, nor participated in, any prank that would have taken advantage of her good nature.
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