Clueless but hopeful: dough in a basket of bread

It was a propeller-driven bird, ducking and weaving in the blizzard as the stewardess asked us to buckle up before opening her book. 'Marketing For Dummies? Strange book for a flight', I nudged Pawan. He leaned over, presumably to check if ... Resigned to sleeping in my underpants, I cursed the holes in my shoes as I saw the 200m walk in sub-zero slush all the way to the airport hotel. Its neon sign buzzed and winked, crooking a finger at us huddling in the waiting hall. ...