My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who


seemed


to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.




As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and


told


us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing


the


big scary 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 and rather


exotic looking woman that hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't


hear me


over those big brute engines, but I asked you to raise your trazy poo,


so


the main man can pity-pat us down on the ground."




She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a


Princess


and 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 outrank you.


Tray Up, Bitch."