Munch munch munch... Pause. Fumble... Furtive glance.
Coast clear. Rummage...
I'm a pistachio Nut. I eat them all day every day. My wastebin next to my desk bears the tell-tale signs of many a shelled pistachio.
In the urgent process of getting nut from hand to mouth, I just dropped one down my top. Fortunately no one was around to witness it, besides the guy in the office behind me. But he either didn't notice or was polite enough to pretend not to see me groping myself.