Back in London, England I worked with an older guy on shift - afternoons, and nights. We swapped shifts each week, and we had a one hour hand-over together each night at 10pm. That time would be spent relaying the days events, a few laughs and a cup of tea....usually because 'Maurice' would come straight from the pub, and had usually downed 3 pints or so before arrival.
We started this silly Microsoft Word Prompt command stuff.....where the screen would be blank, except for a question - normally "What is your name?" the answers progressed according to the program set....and usually finished with the answer "Don't lie, you've done nothing all day!" This was 1994 - computers didn't have the internet and sophistication they do now......IBM 386 was flash back then.
Our shift manager was a younger guy - claimed he was this that and the other qualified and experienced. Maurice and I knew he was full of ****. The 3 of us managed the running maintenance and repairs of a fleet of electric fork trucks (different types) weighbridges, platform lifts, conveyor systems and doors etc for a huge DC belonging to IBM. We saw some real expensive equipment in there....and the guys driving the hoists were pretty hard on the gear.
I came in one afternoon to start my shift at 2:00pm, and there was Tom, our manager, running around shovelling oil-spill granules around the floor. He called out to me to help....I looked at the mess, and told him no. I could see what had happened, and he was a dipshit for doing so. He has raised the forks on a high-racker truck, and NOT supported the forks with acrow props like we were supposed to. When he released the hydraulic pipe at the top of the mast from the manifold plate, the oil shot out as the weight of the forks forced it, and plastered the roof of the workshop (about 40feet) ----and it was still dripping when I arrived. The oily mess on the ground looked like Gilligan's Island with a lonely looking fork truck in the middle.
Anyway, back to Maurice. One afternoon shift, I had to remove a front motor/wheel assembly from a little counter-balance fork truck. I thought of a good prank to play on Maurice. He was always catching me out with little stuff.
So I found an old pair of overalls and boots - to which I stuffed with newspaper and rags etc to make it look like a body - then put the boots on the dummy, and lowered the fork truck onto the dummy. I scattered a few tools around the floor just before Maurice was due to arrive.
Since I wasn't in the office as he expected....Maurice came looking for me. Sure enough there he appeared at the battery charging bays....I was hiding behind some pallets of boxes. This guy just could not be fooled. He started calling out for me as I wasn't answering the radio.....then he saw the fork truck. He walks up a bit closer and looked shocked for a second....then start laughing.
He calls out - "Alright, where are you?"
Maurice did admit it was a good prank, but he didn't quite get sucked in.