A memory from high school Summer bass camp: The instructor, Mrs. S., divided us into groups, saying, "Why don't those of you in the seats go work with Tom, (the piano player), on your pieces? While they're doing that, those of you onstage can stay there and practice. And, the others...I'll come up with something for them to do..."
Those of us onstage started laughing, realizing Mrs. S. was implying, "The other players need the most help, although it might be a lost cause," without saying it.
When the other players were out of earshot, she mused, "Maybe I'll bang their heads together."
I'm not sure how Mrs. S. kept the remaining bass players occupied, but I'm guessing there was no cranial damage.
