New girl: I’m going downstairs for a smoke before we start checking over. Do you want to come?
Supervisor: No thanks, I just think I’ll sit here and fiddle…not with myself!
New girl: Whatever you want to do in your own time.
Supervisor: Hur-hur, yeah, I just sit here and fiddle with myself to unwind. (later, realising new girl has left) Fiddle.
Overheard by: choking on a coke