Net Miles Of Smiles

> > 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 (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’