An
airline’s passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight
attendant, who seemed to put everyone into a good mood as he served
them food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers,
â€Captain Marvel has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the
big scary plane shortly, lovely people, so if you could just put
up your trays that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that a well-dressed
rather exotic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn’t
hear me over those big brute engines. 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. I take orders from no one."
To which 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."
(just to be clear, that is not meant to be homophobic, sexist, redneck, or any other name a Demorat calls a Red Stater)
