Our facilities guy here at work is so very full of himself, bless 'im. He just a few moments ago strutted by our cubicles saying to one of the librarians who was walking with him:
"I've been snooping around facilities for over twenty years. There's nothing you can hide from me that I won't find."
After he was safely past, we all started laughing.
"I dunno," I said. "Sounds like he just issued a challenge, doesn't it?"
We're half-jokingly thinking of hiding something in here to see if he can find it. Lana suggested we stash a toaster. Toasters got banned from the building a few years back after burnt bagels in one or another of the break rooms set off the fire alarm twice in one month. Lots of people in here still pine for toast.
Best part? Shortly after making that claim he asked to the room at large, "Hey, where's George [last name deleted]?"
So apparently we can hide George.