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 outrank you.
> Tray-up, Bitch."