We had a machine where I worked, just a little cherry picker, access machine. I was quite good at driving it, coworker wasn't. I could get it in and out of tight spaces and he couldn't. He was pissing me off with woman driver jokes every time one of us had a trolley or pallet truck, just generally very up himself and thought he was gods gift to the poor little women.
So one night when we had a huge delivery in, I took it, got down on my knees on it, and drove it like that, reversed it underneath the racking, so literally an inch between the top of the machine and the shelf it was under, turned it sideways and wedged it in so there was less than a foot of space behind or in front. I crawled out backwards and went home.
He spent all night climbing the aircraft steps to put the stock away. Apparently he was in a vile mood.
Next morning, I got in, went straight to the warehouse, played innocent 'who put that there? Handy place to stash it, I guess, must've been in the way.' Crawled under, climbed in and maneuvered it straight out, started dropping and filling my department. He comes out, demands to know how I got the machine out. I played dumb and was like '...I just got on and drove it out?' He was FUMING all shift.