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.

Chiswick Park
Lon­don
Eng­land

Over­heard by: chok­ing on a coke