The 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,
foreign and rather posh looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps
you didn't hear me over those big brute engines sweetie 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."
