When we worked for Illinois State Highways, part of our maintenance duties was to clean and paint bridge bearings. These were rockers the I- beams rode on and they would move as the girders would expand and contract with changes in temperatures. Up north the temps would vary widely from 100 plus in summer to below zero in winter.
One day I was off and when I got back the guys were saying kids had built a clubhouse under the bridge on Oakton over the North Shore Channel.
One of the other guys said he would drive me over there so I could see it.
We went under the bridge and sure enough there it was. I crawled up under there and heard voices and giggling coming from inside. I pushed on the hatch and it opened. I stuck my head up in there and there were two girlies in there smoking weed.
I was wearing my hard hat.
They said, "Who are you?" I said, "I'm the bridge inspector. This has to be reported. It causes undue lateral stress on the I-beams."
They said, "Don't report us. We'll do anything."
Needless to say, when we got back over to the other location and told the story, the foreman said, "You guys got your knobs copped and you didn't call me?" ROTFLMAO!
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke