My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemedto put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. As theplane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told usthat "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the bigscary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up,that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed andrather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hearme over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your Trazy-poo,so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princessand I take orders from no one."
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat,"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrankyou. *Tray-up,Bitch*."
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