The techs (myself included) would take naps in the crawlspace under the ski shop whenever we were feeling extra bummy/hungy.
One day after we got all banged up at a Mimosa show, a coworker was extra hungover and went down for a nap. I don't remember if it was a specific holiday, but I do know that it was one of the busiest days in the shop.
We got so swamped with rentals that they started calling mountain ops and grey-coats in to help spin skis.
Anyway, we're getting our ass kicked in a shop that's filled with 3-5yo kids and the people who are the most feared personnel on the mountain. This is when my buddy in the crawlspace pops his head out of the floor....
There is a 3-5yo on a folding chair on top of the drop-door-in-the-floor.
There is a storm trooper one foot (less than one third of a metre) away.
We lock eyes.
I give him the throat cutting "no" signal.
He quickly ducks back down, slamming the door shut.
Hearing the door slam, the child puts his head between his legs looking at the ground, and the grey coat whips around to investigate.
Hilariously, none of them see the outline for the door, and shake it off as if they are hearing things; my buddy goes back down to wait it out in peaceful napping bliss.
I go back to sweating out booze and hallucinogens over 110 cm skis.
So ya.... crawlspaces...
**This post was edited on Feb 22nd 2019 at 5:52:03pm