The Argument for Hiding Things Under Beds

Ariel's post of a few days back got me thinking of one of my all-time favorite exchanges on Three's Company:

Jack [walking into the apartment and finding Chrissy on all fours, looking under the sofa]: What's going on?

Chrissy [without looking up]: I lost my charm.

Jack: Not from where I'm standing.

I am reminded of this today because yesterday, at the office, Laura B, she of the spectacular derriere, was bent over at the copy machine as I walked by. And of course, like some Pavlovian experiment run wild, I stare madly the entire 36 seconds it takes me to pass her. And it isn't until the 35th second that I realize she's got her head turned around, looking at me looking at her ass.

And I get back to my office and think, "Chicks do that on purpose, don't they?"