I had my flight served by an clearly homosexual flight attendant, who did an incredible job at serving everybody drinks and meals. He ensured everybody was having an pleasing flight, and I noticed no complaints.
When the airplane ready to descend, the flight attendant walked down the aisle and relayed instructions from the captain of the airplane.
“Captain Harry has requested me to announce that he’ll be touchdown the large scary airplane shortly, so pretty folks, for those who may simply put your trays up, that may be tremendous.”
Whereas he was again up the aisle, he observed this well-dressed Arabic lady who had not adopted instructions. Her tray was fully down.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me over these large brute engines after I requested you to lift your trazy-poo, so the principle man can pitty-pat us on the bottom.”, the flight attendant mentioned.
In the meantime, the feminine passenger calmly turned her head and mentioned,
“In my nation, I’m known as a Princess and I take orders from nobody.”
The flight attendant instantly replied, with out lacking a beat,
“Properly, sweet-cheeks, in my nation I’m known as a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, B****!”
