Here in Upstate NY, you never know who the real boss might be. A mechanic had a fleet contract for the garbage trucks in a small town, and thought he could pass off some defective tires. He signed off on the work, but the garbage company found out, and they have a long reach. The mechanic might have found himself at the bottem of the Susquehanna wearing cement goloshes, but they let him off easy.
He had to retire and resign, and then resign and retire.
Tom