Last night at work I went to store room where all of the wines and spirit bottles are kept. I got everything I needed from the list that I had made, a bottle of vodka here, a bacardi there, throw in some brandy for good measure and it's all done and dusted. I put the padlock back on the door and head back upstairs.

My boss shouts me over, "Have you got my keys?"

"Yeah course"

*pats pockets*

"I do have them here, honestly, must have left them in the box."

"You've left them downstairs havn't you?"

"Maybe..."

"You've put the lock back on the door aswell havn't you?"

"Yeah.....FUCK"

All the keys for the tills were on the same key ring too. I felt like such a knob.