Today, my flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendent
who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to decend, 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 lovley 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 down onto the gound." She calmly turned her haid 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 am called a Queen, so I outrank you.
"Tray up!"
day.made.