Flying SFO - MCO last summer some gregarious clearly middle-management flunky and his floosy secretary in 3A and 3B were 'over-served' and, after polluting the cabin with voluble bawdy improprieties, she apparently decided to shed her 100%-imported-virgin-Rayon sweater in order to nap in more comfort. Unfortunately, for the remainder of the flight she was sonorously doing push-ups with her lips against the window wearing nothing more than a push-up bra while the F/A's feverishly tried to cover her bobbling melons with blankets. During prelanding briefing she regained some semblance of sobriety, reared her torporous peroxide head, gasped, and stormed into the bathroom until after landing. The shame was delicious.