And I'll be the one frettingly stalking along the street, rummaging desperately in my handbag exhibiting all the usual signs of 'ticket anxiety'
ie I have put them in my bag, I HAVE, stop checking, they are in there, under my purse, I'll just have a little look...F!! Where the F are they???? They were here!! Under my purse!! Oh...my...oh, hang on, there they are (huge sigh of relief and repeat to fade as time allows...)