The plane's cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who was just as obviously enjoying himself at the same time.

It was nearing the end of quite a long flight and the cockpit crew sounded two bells, indicating their final descent, signaling the cabin crew to prepare the cabin for landing.

The gay flight attendant came swishing down the aisle, picked up the intercom phone, 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 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, "Listen, sweetie, in my country, I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you - put the tray up, Bitch!"