The other day, Matt called from work. A set of keys was missing. Did I have them?
And I answered, "No. Remember? I just borrowed yours when I needed them. I'm afraid to sign keys out anymore, and if I have to, I note exactly which ones I took, because I'm afraid that people will think that I did something stupid." Which is valid. Keys come up gone on a regular basis there. They're gone, we do a major search, we find 'em. But it's driving our poor manager nuts.
Anyhoo, Matt said, "Oh, yeah. You were using mine. Let me talk to Pete." And that's the last I heard of it.
I walked into work the other day, and saw the manager, and called out, "So did they find those keys?" and he said, in a very unhappy voice, "No. They did not." But it turns out that the other set of keys which had been missing had been found, in another cashier's apron. Good news. Good news. I pulled my apron out of my locker and said, "I did not sign out keys on freight day..." and lo. My apron felt heavy. With a sick feeling I reached in the pocket. Yep. One set of keys. Oh, the boss was a happy man.
I'm glad I could make his day, but this still boggles my mind. I have not the foggiest clue how those keys ended up in my apron pocket, because I did not take keys from the key box. That was mortifying to be running my mouth. "No, I don't have keys. Not me..." and then pull the stinking things out of my pocket.
Oh well. It makes a good question for the Tractor Supply Trivia Game I am putting together for the Christmas party.