THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT
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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
Arabic looking woman 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
pitty-pat us 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
out rank you. Tray-up, B i t c h