When I was a kid, on school nights we sometimes played kick hockey with a spalding tennis ball in the laundry room in the basement of our building. Naturally this was not allowed. One night as we were playing, someone got off the elevator just as we kicked a ball really hard into one of the dryers. We heard the elevator, grabbed our ball and all hid in the corner of an alcove by the dryers. Our neighbor came into the laundry room looking for us, stepped into the alcove, looked behind the dryer and somehow didn't see us. We did all we could to keep from laughing but after he turned out the laundry room lights and we heard the elevator leave, we never laugh harder.