LAUGHTER IS HEALING
THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT
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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.
>
> 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."
>
> 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."
>
> To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a
> beat,
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> "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I out rank you.
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> Tray-up, *****"
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