This is a true story apparently... (Not mine!)
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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.
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>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."
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>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."
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>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 outrank you.
>Tray-up, Bitch."
Pete.l
