A friend of one of my cousins told me this story.
Outside the zoo in his city there's this big car park. It must hold something like 150 cars and maybe ten or fifteen coaches. They charge cars £2 to park and coaches £5. Anyway, there was this really nice parking attendant working there who used to make jokes and smile and everyone loved him. This guy must have been there for something like 25 years all in all. And then one day he just didn't turn up for work. It was like he'd vanished.
The zoo called the local council to let them know and to request a new parking attendant, but you can imagine their surprise when they were told that the parking area was their responsibility. They queried this and said surely the council employed the attendant. 'No,' came the answer, 'we'd always assumed you did!'
Somewhere, in a far-off distant land, there must be a retired man who'd been taking around £400 a day, seven days a week, for the last two decades. He must have taken well over two million pounds!
And no-one even knows his name!