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>>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 out rank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
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