My fascination of dummies began during my misspent childhood. At our grandparents house, my two cousins and I constructed a life size dummy out of some old clothes we found in a shed. We left it in the still used outhouse, where it scared poor old granny half to death that night when she visited the outhouse in the dark. On reaching adulthood, I was employed at a plant that made office furniture. I worked in the warehouse on the night shift. The plant desperately needed more warehouse space, so they rented a few of the vacant buildings in town. One building was a three story structure with a freight elevator. One night another employee and I were hauling truckloads of stock to this building and stowing it away. As we finished, we explored the old building. in the boiler room, we found the makings of a splendid dummy. Old coveralls, several pairs of wore out rubber boots and other items. So, we built Sam, our dummy, and hung him under the freight elevator, leaving it up on the 3rd floor. The next morning, the day boss went to that building to check on the work we did the night before. He started the elevator to bring it to the ground floor. As it slowly came down, the feet and legs of "Sam" appeared, hanging under the elevator floor. That night, as my crew showed up for work, the day boss was there to greet us. He not so politely told us if we ever did something like that again, we were all fired. When I was working at the dry ice plant, Sam's brother was built. We called him "Pete". There was a man named Don on my crew. No one liked Don because he liked to rat on anyone for any real or imagined wrong. Don always parked his car at the far end of the lot, probably thinking no one would mess with it out there. We worked the 3rd shift, 11pm to 7am, and each of us took a 2 hour stint operating the ice presses, at the far end of the building. While Don was doing his turn on the presses, we assembled Pete and set him up behind the wheel of Don's car, which he couldn't lock. We told Don someone was here to see him and said he'd wait in Don's car, adding that he seemed mad. Don asked us to go out with him to see what the guy wanted. We all declined, saying we didn't want to get involved in something that may get us killed. Well, morning came, the plant managers both arrived, and we all left in our cars, except Don. He still couldn't see his car well enough to see who was in it, so he asked a manager if he would go out with him. That night Don wouldn't speak to us and when the managers arrived near the end of our shift, we were threatened with dismissal if we didn't stop picking on each other. That is my dummy story, up to now.