My coworker keeps stealing my tools, so I weld his tools to the ceiling.

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First off, I'd like to say that this was my father's story, and not mine, but it's one of his best.

A little backstory to get you caught up.

My father was a welder at a pulp and paper mill on maintenance with a union.

There were around 500 people who worked here at the time, mid to late 80s.

On my dad's crew, there was a man they called Squirrel, because he would take anything small enough to carry and take it home.

Some of the things were specialized tools made for a certain machine,

and they would have to be ordered in again at the company's expense. I guess there wasn't much

the mill could do, because somehow the union backed him. It wasn't long before my father's tools

started going missing. He knew where to look, and found them in Squirrelirrel's toolbox and some scattered on his workbench.

Squirrel was an average-sized man, around 5-9 to 5-10.

But my father was a huge man, standing at 6'5 and around 250 pounds.

So Squirrel didn't say a word.

He was too scared to.

My father reported this to the union

rep in the main office and was told they would investigate. Squirrel was given one week

paid suspension while the investigation went on. They found many of the missing things

in his locker, lunchbox, toolbox, etc. Somehow he got the union to back him again and was allowed to come back to work

at the end of his suspension. My father grabbed his mobile welder and went into squirrel's area

and welded together a giant metal box. He took everything he could identify as squirrels,

put it in the box and welded a top on top of it. He then got the help of one of his

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