We were probably only 15-20 minutes into the afternoon's meeting when a loud siren went off from across the room.

Warden sitting there looked around, but made it clear it wasn't coming from him. After several accusations from his neighbors, he even searched his day bag to show he had no cell phone or pager inside.

Several minutes later, it went off again, followed by this announcement:

"Warning! Warning! There's a bullshitter in here somewhere!"

With this, the victim of the attack leapt up and flipped his chair.

Sure enough, taped to the bottom of the seat was a small remote controlled speaker box.

He glared at the sole woman in the room, seated next to me. As did everyone else, although with a great deal more mirth.

She stared back with innocence.

But I, sitting only two feet away, could see the tiny remote control nestled deep within her lap.

And yeah, if you ever hear farting sounds when you're alone in the stockroom, or by the copier, be prepared to also hear snickers from her front desk.

Or from her partner in crime the next desk over.