"Stinkin' Airbus", said Center Seat Betty.
Aisle Seat Betty turned a pale shade of green and groped in the seat pocket for the "sick" receptacle. Soon thereafter, Window Seat Betty turned an even paler shade of green and groped for her "sick" receptacle. Amid all of this deadly seriousness, Center Seat Betty (your author) giggled maniacally and clutched Window Seat Betty's hand. She reflected on the happy foresight which had led her to call Dr. van der Stevejinck prior to boarding so that the last words he heard from her were "I want the last words that I speak to you before I board a stinkin' Airbus to be I love you."
*No "sick" receptacles were harmed in the making of this Betty Adventure, but brows were definitely in need of mopping.
**The flight back was fine (after some initial bounciness). And yes, I know that the turbulence wasn't the fault of the 'Stinkin' Airbus', it just made me feel better to say it.