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."
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."
