In my 20's I had the privilege of putting in a 1/4 plus mile of fence & guardrail, so other punk kids could not drive through a certain ditch and tear it up. There was always water in said ditch, and it was a fun place to mud bog. I just happened to get caught one day.
Anyways, 8 or 9 county guys, in 3 different county crewcab trucks, sat and supervised me for the entire day, post hole digging and installing this fence & guardrail. When they first showed up that morning, I thought holy hell, all this man power we will be done before lunch. I was wrong.
Not one of them did a damn bit of work, the entire day. They all sat in the trucks, looking at playboys and eating snacks. Once and while one would get out of a truck, go in the woods and piss. Or the lead guy would come talk to me for a minute or two, then back in his truck. Those 3 trucks idled all damn day, not one of them guys did any work.