Mine was when working in a factory, I'd been doing some low-level flirting with the health and safety officer for a few weeks. One Saturday, I'd spent the day in Manchester with an ex who was desperate to get back with me, but I was adamant it was over. I said goodbye to her on the platform at Piccadilly with her in tears and needed a stiff drink to get over feeling like such a ba5tard.
Got back to Bury and went to the pub. The woman from work was in there with one of the company directors who was trying all his best moves. I said hello but didn't sit with them; when he went to the toilet, she asked me if I wanted to go on somewhere with her. I agreed and she said that she'd make her excuses and see me outside in ten minutes.
At the alloted time I went out to find her. We kissed and went on to another bar which we left at gone midnight. Getting rather over-familiar in the taxi queue, he saw us.
I couldn't perform on getting back to hers. I was convinced I was going to be sacked on the Monday morning.
Mind you, that's nothing compared to my old department manager from a student job. On a Christmas do he treated the entire party to the sight of him inserting three digits into the HR manager over a pool table.
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