The Princess and the Gay Flight Attendant June 3
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
exotic looking woman that 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 pity-pat us down 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
out-rank you.” “Tray Up, Bitch.”