Back when Randy was a general contractor he held a sales seminar for a materials supplier he used to use back in the late 80's at a Holiday Inn across the street from a strip club called Juicy Lucy's, in Cleveland. He said about 20 of the 40 or so salesmen missed the afternoon session. When it was over he began asking around as to where they had all disappeared to and one of the older Latino men told him; "They all go to see Shu-see Lu-shee!"Randy thought it was kind of funny but their boss didn't, so they were all fired the next day.
Are you sure you never went?
This initiated a search and destroy session of around two hours. Picking up each magnetic item (scissors, rulers, x-acto knifes, cans) was picked up and searched , then moved to a safe area. The bottom of the chair was looked at, cans of paint and spray adhesive examined, often more than once. The floor swept and the sweepings perused. The only area not investigated, the garbage can. Finally, while sitting in a chair and leaning over to throw something away, I glanced towards one of the garbage cans in the Cantina, when a glint caught my eye. No, the magnets were not in the trash can. There, about a foot away from the can and about three feet from where I initially placed them, were the magnets, attached to the horizontal brace bar for the table.