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 re plied, without missing a beat,
>
> "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you.
> Tray-up, Bitch."
