"I used to work in retail and I did a rotational evening shift with this weird dude. He was about 50 ish, fairly mild-mannered, didn’t make too much fuss, friendly etc. One day I didn’t clock in until 20 minutes after I was supposed to start due to a car accident blocking my route to work.

Normally I greet him at the warehouse door as he has to let me in, but he must have assumed I wasn’t coming. Because I spotted him in the dark corner by the generator, with a small spotlight on the shelf behind him. He had a pile of broken stuff returned by customers and was looking over it. I pressed the doorbell and he hurriedly put it all away and came jogging over.

I asked him about it and he denied it at first, but I said I saw it and he relented. He liked to fix things and take them home, some he gave to charity, some he gave to his grandkids, some he gave to his wife. The dude was prolific. He had hidden a compartment in a shelf and padlocked it, it was behind a panel in the internal wall behind the generator. For about an hour I watched him take apart an electronic 9v drill, find the fault and put it all back together again.

From that moment on, neither of us did much work in the warehouse. To be fair, he confessed that he enjoyed the night shifts because all the day shift had done most of the work. He would spend the first hour or so tidying up and finishing off the day shifts job and then he would go out of sight of the CCTV cameras and just fix things, because he loved doing it."

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