The gay flight attendant

[aslan]

> > 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!'

Source: e-mail from Charlie