She looked at the next question on her sheet. "Who would you prefer to sit next to?" "A nun or a knitting granny, if that's possible." "Hmm," mused the check-in girl, studying the passenger manifest carefully. "All the nuns, grannies and intelligent non-amorous males are taken. It's technobore, lawyer, self-pitying drunk or copiously vomiting baby, I'm afraid."
"Technobore and lawyer, then." She marked me down on the seating plan and then announced: "There will be a slight delay in receiving the excuse for the lateness of the DeepDrop to Sydney, Miss Next. The reason for the delay in the excuse has yet to be established."