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I once was on a plane where I was served by an obviously gay male flight attendant.
His cheerful, bubbly personality immediately put the passengers at ease.

At one point, he bounced over to where I was sitting and announced: "The Captain
has asked me to announce that he will be landing the big scary plane shortly, so if
you could just put up your trays - that would be great."

I did as he had instructed, but the woman sitting next to me did not.

A few moments later, our flight attendant came back and said to her: "Ma'am, perhaps
you couldn't hear me over the big scary engine, but I asked you to please put up your
tray so that the captain can land the plane."

She still wouldn't comply.

Now the attendant was getting rather angry and asked her again to put up the tray.

She then calmly turned to him and imperiously replied: "In my country, I am called a
princess. I take orders from no one."

Our flight attendant replied: "Oh yeah? Well in MY country, I'm called a queen and I
outrank you, bltch! So put the tray up!"
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