Don't argue with flight attendants
Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 6:43 pm
On a recent flight we were being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in good moods as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came down the aisle saying "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 return trip up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed Middle Eastern woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you couldn't hear me over those big brute jet engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
The woman 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, b*tch."
On his return trip up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed Middle Eastern woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you couldn't hear me over those big brute jet engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
The woman 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, b*tch."
