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Mean­while, Rome Burned.

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

An­oth­er Touch­ing Of­fice Quote

IT man­ag­er: So do you want to come and find me this af­ter­noon? We can talk about that thing.
Re­cep­tion­ist: Sure, I’m hav­ing it a man­i­cure at 2.30, we can do it af­ter that.
IT man­ag­er: Okay, but won’t you have to wait for your nails to dry?
Re­cep­tion­ist: Oh, am I go­ing to have to touch some­thing?
IT man­ag­er: No, don’t wor­ry, you won’t have to touch any­thing.

Lon­don
Eng­land