I am called a Princess

The United Airline’s passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay
flight attendant who seemed to put everyone into a good mood as he served
them food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and
announced to the passengers, “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce
that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, lovely people, so if
you could just put up your trays, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that a well-dressed, rather
exotic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me
over those big brute engines. 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. 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. Now
put the tray up, Bitch.”

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