gay flight attendant

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.”