I used to work in an airport and on my last day I hid in the airport until closing. It was awesome.

I used to work at a store in an airport that was one of the first things you'd see when you got off the plane. I worked on the second floor, and the main part of the airport was below me. I could see everything from my position. With my manager's approval I had some friends come over the weekend before I was going to be moving away on my second to last day. They came in the night, we played cards, one of them did some on-the-job training because she was starting her airport job a week later, and we explored the airport. Our manager made us get back to work before our shift started, though, so it got cut short.<br><br>So on my last day I decided to do it anyways. I had a small pulley system of hooks and strings to get up into the ceiling from the ground level. There were plenty of hooks already up there to try and wrestle your way across the ceiling. I was a pretty small guy but I also had to be able to make my way around on my belly through the vents. I would have to switch hooks on the fly as I made my way to an overhang closer to the airport at large. I'd switch hooks a few times as I'd make my way over to an elevated lady-lift thingy. I'd shimmy up the side and get in with the airport maintenance guys. It was open to the public, there was only lady-lift so there wasn't really a problem. It was open to the public and I had the key to the door. I'd try to make my way to where they parked the lil airport cars. I'd figure out how to get one working on the fly, drive it down the corridors, grab a luggage cart, come back and jack some random ass lady-lifts and on-the-clock airport carts. They were all over the place but no one was lady-lift-lifting on Sundays when the airport was closed. I was gonna move one or two into the overhang and have a sweet little lady-lift-lift fort out of sight where I could hide out. I'd drive around some, do some donuts, pick up some airport carts and just hide on the ceiling for a while. I'd explore the vents, I'd go into the airport hotel, grab a dessert from the kitchen, get a room key, but never go into one. I liked to think on if I ever got caught there was something sinister there lady-lifts or lady-lift carts in on the ceiling but really it's just the airport staff playing a funny joke on the management.