...well, a ham baguette to be precise. So, I was just on my way back to the office after working up an appetite at the gym (leave it!!), so I popped into Sainsbury's to get a baguette and a packet of ham to put together when I got back to my desk. I walked into the store, collected the necessary (including crisps and a drink), queued at the checkout for about 10 minutes (due to the duty supervisor thinking it was a good idea to have all but two of the shop staff restocking shelves rather than sitting on the tills), and then I paid and made my way back to the office. I arrived at my desk about 5 minutes later, checked my emails and then made my way to the kitchen to start building the baguette. I dived into the orange Sainsbury's carrier bag, pulled out my apple juice, pulled out the McCoys, and pulled out the baguette. Went back in one last time for the final ingredient, the ham............. ....NO HAM!!!!! I must've forgotten to buy it! Holding on to the grain of hope that somehow the ham was hiding in the corner of the carrier bag I turned it inside out. NOTHING! I swore, put my coat back on and headed off back to Sainsburys. 5 minutes later I arrived back at Sainsburys, at the shelf with the packets of ham... and this is what I found................... Out of stock! Determined, I looked on the shelf below for more ham. Different ham. Better ham! I found some. It was more than I wanted or needed. It was 10 slices. But it was still ham. I picked it up and made my way to the checkout, joined a long queue again because most of the staff were still filling shelves... but obviously not the shelf that mattered to me and my lunch! 5 minutes later it was my turn. I gave the lady on the till the ham, she scanned it and said "That'll be Â£1.21 please". Now ok, it was double the price of my usual ham but given the circumstances I was willing to take the hit. I reached into my jacket's inside pocket for my wallet but it wasn't there! After the realisation that my wallet was in my bag that was now back at the office had hit home, and the panic subsided, I remembered that I had a few coins in my other pocket. I was a bit nervous that it wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of the ham but after reaching in and taking out all of the coinage and counting it I found there was more than enough. Â£1.78 to be precise. So I handed over the correct money to the lady and she started to put it into her till, coin by coin. First she deposited the 1p.... then the 20p..... and then the Â£1 coin. But then she paused. She looked at the Â£1 coin and then looked at me. I asked her if there was a problem. She said "this coin is from the Isle of Man". All I could say was "OK". And just looked at her, hoping she'd still accept it. She didn't. She gave me back the 21p she had already put in her till, and then my suspect Â£1 coin. Then she took the ham from me and put it on the side of her till and shouted... "NEXT!!" I walked away, sadly. That was about half an hour ago, and as I type this I'm munching on a McCoys crisp filled baguette.