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 just super."
On his trip back up the
aisle, he noticed a well-groomed woman with a superior air, who
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 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!"