Two train tickets

I Have found the easiest way to buy country train tickets is to order them over the phone then go in and pick them up from one of the suburbian stations, so that is what I did. It would have been nice if it was as easy as it sounded this time.
Quite often I pay for them over the phone as well. But this time I wanted to check with David as to whether he was still going with me. Yes he was and I has until 8 today to pick up the tickets. I didn't want to chance missing out on a seat on the bus as this weekend is the start of the school holidays,
I rocked up to the station and remembered to bring the reservation number. Had the money in the pocket of my jeans, waited politely while the suebian passengers bought their tickets, gave my details to the attendant, he tried asking me questions while the tannoy blared. Sorry coildn't hear a thing, very loud I apologized. I pulled the money out of my pocket and suddenly realised that I had only bought enough money for one ticket. Oh heck what now, my brain went into overdrive. Just hold those tickets for a few minutes I nearly yelled at him. I've only bought enough money for one ticket. I'll be back in a minute. I raced back to the car. I really didn't feel up to driving home and then back again. I hadn't bought my bag or anything else with me. Then I remembered jarrod. I had dropped him off at work on my way to the station. I raced to the shop. Jarrod pulled two new looking $50 notes from his wallet and I hurriedly pushed them into the pocket of my jeans jumped back into the car and raced back to the station.
Sorry about that I smiled at the attendant. He retrieved the tickets for me and I pulled out my money. Oh that's the original $80 I must have put the two fifties into my other pocket. No not there either, coat pocket maybe but I'm sure I put the money in my jeans pocket. Won't be a sec. I checked my pockets again and then my back pockets. I was feeling very confused. There is no where else I could have put the money. Oh no! The money must have fallen out of my pocket. The poor attendant looked nearly horrified as I felt. He pushed my $80's back to me as I took off nearly running back to the car. Please let it have fallen out in the car.
I was nearly back to the car when I saw the two notes on the footpath fluttering in the light breeze. Oh how lucky is that. I grabbed the notes up and raced back to get my tickets. The attendant looked relieved and counted my money three times, I think just to make sure it was all there. I clutched my hard earnt tickets and as he gave me my change he said. I think you had better get yourself a coffee. I couldn't agree more.