As a young man, In a very quiet site office, on a very quiet day, alone and unlikely to get any visitors I shut the door, got the Daily Sport out and took matters into my own hands….
The following day I was called in to head office to see my big boss. In a broad Yorkshire accent he asked if I’d been “tossing it off”. As I misunderstood him I thought he meant slacking / not working, so laughed it off and casually denied it. He said “oh that’s good cos Mrs X from plot 54 thought you were when she opened your office door yesterday, she rang in very irate”.
We laughed about what an idiot she is, and I stopped w@nking at work!!