Federal Agents whose agency is run by a notorious prude utterly fail to find an important object because it gets stashed in a women’s restroom.
All right! I like this one! (And, of course, it’s strangely appropriate for Gallery, too.)
Naturally, of course, this is not about the FBI under the reign of J. Edgar Hoover. But inasmuch as I belong to a religion whose members were often targeted for recruitment by the FBI under Hoover (and by the CIA) because of the typically loyal-as-a-dog, patriotic, straight-arrow, suit-and-tie mentality which I personally find rather revoting but which is altogether too common amongst my coreligionists—anyway, I get a kick out of seeing people like this thwarted by a perfectly simple and believable strategem. I really, really like this one.
