Capture the business market? Oh yes, I just love it when I am seated next to Cheryl in her stretch lycra tights and hubby Bruce in his stubbies and thongs (with a bit of his scrotum visible) and some brain dead cabin manager who has his shirt open about half way down his chest and a few tatts proudly displayed. They then ask me to pay for a pseudo espresso coffee that is nothing more than one of those cheap coffee mixtures you can buy at Coles or Woolies!
Give me a break . . .