Had a buddy that owned a bar in a rough working class 'hood. It was open almost 24 hrs/day to accommodate shift workers. Every weekday morning a guy would walk in, dressed in a suit and tie. He would then go to the bathroom, put his grubby work clothes on, and work a hard day as a commercial roofer, doing hot tar roofs and other really nasty labor. Every night he would be back in the bar, getting cleaned up and putting the suit back on. He convinced his family that he was a banker. Not totally in keeping with this thread, but a fact I will never forget.