When I was 19 years old in the early 1990's, I worked for a temporary service that was based in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.  After a few weeks of odd jobs, one day, my friend and I were sent to be helpers for a beer distributor.  The drivers were in a union and needed help because they were mildly injured.  We both were sent out with 2 different drivers to deliver beer. The driver I was assigned to was in his late 20's.  We started at 7 am. 

I was driven into the north side of Chicago.   We delivered beer until around noon.  I thought my day was over early.  I was wrong.  Instead of going back out to the 'burbs, we stopped at a bar in Wrigleyville, a section of Chicago very near where the Chicago Cubs play at Wrigley Field.  The driver wanted to hit on a bartender he met the night before.  

I had a few drinks and hung out at that bar until 6pm.  The driver drove back to the distribution center out in the 'burbs very drunk.  He was slurring his words, but his driving was fine.  He told me a drunk tale about how he knew some connected friends who did a favor for him. 

My understanding of the story was he had some girlfriend who had done him wrong.  I guess he was pretty upset, so he called his connected friends for a favor.  Over the course of a few months, they befriended her and got her hooked on heroine.  She was then sent on a plane to some third world country to screw donkeys for heroine for the rest of her life!!!  

I got back to the beer distribution center around 7pm.  My friend was waiting over 2 hours for me to give him a ride home.  I got paid for 12 hours of work!