Just look at the haughtiness expressed on the Lady in Waiting's face. Who does she think she is? She has delusions of grandeur, she thinks she is the queen herself, well you're not love, you're just a peasant like the rest of us. The next time you're out and about leave the imitation pearl choker in your tiny bedsit and wear your best Primark drip-dry clobber and wake up to reality, you're just a lacky! Oh and your seat is the one next to the bogs.