Reminds me of reading about G Gordon Liddy, the Watergate burglar. One night he and his pals were rifling through the Democratic National headquarters when some alarms went off. They hid in a closet while guards investigated. At some point someone had to take a leak, and they realized they were in the closet where the DNC kept liquor for their parties. They said they chuckled for years afterwards imagining Ted Kennedy sipping his Scotch and wondering why it tasted funny.