A vice president flew in by helicopter and told me the safety report was signed and the signature was mine... RENDER2

A twenty-seven-year-old millwright went off the north edge of platform four at eleven-twenty at night, and nine hours later a vice president who arrived by helicopter slid a seven-page safety report across the table, called all four of us team, and told me the platform had been inspected and cleared and that the signature at the bottom was mine. It was my signature. It was not my report. For thirty-one years I have done one thing on every page I sign that nobody there ever noticed.