Don’t Argue With The Gay Flight Attendant

I think all of us have experienced that moment when we walk away from a situation in which somebody got the upper hand and a few minutes or perhaps a few hours later, we think of the ultimate comeback line. We sometimes just say that we aren’t quick enough to think of those things on the fly but every once in a while, we hear about somebody that gets off a true zinger and it just happens at the right time.

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who was camping it up outrageously. He 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 “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 an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your tray, 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, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch.”