Not exactly the pineapple of politeness

A surreal moment last night; an announcement from the stewardess on a flight into Luton:

"We have available for onboard purchase rail tickets to London St Pancreas station."

And, do you know, no one batted an eyelid. No one, that is, except the Spouse, whose sotto voce suggestion that this must be the patron saint of organs whose purpose you aren't quite sure about sent us both into fits of ill-mannered merriment.

I'm still wondering if she says it every time, and will continue to do so until someone less rude than us helpfully points it out.