I'd once worked with a bit-looney machinist who supposedly, each night, filled his bottle with brass shavings for a personal scrap pile. I could see something like titanium worth fooling with, but that was his sure-fire get-rich-quick scheme. Another would repeatedly make a shiny new lunchbox handle from 500MCM Cu.
The oddest was a guy with an oversized coat who decided once he wanted some cable, so he wrapped the booty around his stomach under his shirt, but forgot about “breathing room,” and passed out just this side of the main gate.
These are vaguely like
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