T'old man suggested it
"Let's get rid of all that loose change you've been collecting for months"
So we took the shopping trolley (we don't drive) to collect some groceries and dispose of the coins at the same time.
SORRY THIS MACHINE IS TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER, A TECHNICIAN HAS BEEN CALLED!
I should have known!..the 'coin-star machine' is usually full on Monday mornings as all the world seem to cash in their coppers over the weekend.
"Well, we're not taking them home" says I "they weigh a ton and my granny shopper will buckle under the weight with all the shopping in there too, I know i'll put them in my locker" 
My locker key was in my bag so I sneaked into the staff area, creating a few odd looks along the way as this strange woman wearing a 'turban' around her head (I really can't bring myself to wear the wig!) headed straight for locker no 170.
It was with trepidation I put the key into the lock, opened the door and Eureka! my things were still inside, my coffee jar, my name badges, my bakery apron and hat, they were there just as i'd left them last Easter.....but why wouldn't they be?
I might know it, and you might know it, that the possibility of me ever going back to work at the supermarket are quite remote but while I am still officially employed there this locker is mine.
I snuck past the People's Manager's office, past the the admin room and back into the store again feeling somewhat nostalgic for all the 20 years I actually worked in the place.
When I was fit and healthy I used to wonder.."What the heck am I doing working here!? " but today I thought .."I wish I was healthy enough to come back and work here" C'est la vie.
Post script
I went through the till of the young check-out operator who reported me that time(anyone remember?) for suspected misuse of my discount card...she looked quite sheepish as I bit my tongue but waved my card at her instead when I payed for the goods.
I didn't want revenge but at least she knows now
