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 Exotic foreign 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."