THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDENT
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."