

I was on a flight with a very cheerful flight attendant, who was clearly gay and made everyone smile as he served us food and drinks.
As we were getting ready to land, he came down the aisle in a fun way and announced, “Captain Marvey asked me to tell you that he’ll be landing the big, scary plane soon. So, lovely people, please put your trays up – that would be super.”
As he walked back down the aisle, he saw a well-dressed woman, who looked a bit Arabic, hadn’t moved her tray. He said, “Maybe you didn’t hear me over the loud engines, but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo so the main man can get us safely on the ground.”
The woman calmly turned to him and said, “In my country, I’m called a Princess and I don’t take orders from anyone.”
Without missing a beat, the flight attendant replied, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch.”