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 a well-dressed 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, without missing a beat the flight attendant replied, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
I’m done with your anger and your bitterness and your toxicity. Done!
I’ve TURNED OFF COMMENTS. I AM SICK TO DEATH OF YOUR BITCHING AND YOUR ASSUMPTIONS.
THIS, For Fuck’s Sake! IS a damn joke!! It’s A JOKE!!!
IT IS DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH. Obviously it is a FAILURE.
Do you people EVEN Know how to laugh or have guns and crime and waking up each day wondering if you’re going to make it into tomorrow robbed you of your smiles?
I’m damn sure they have!
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