On his trip back up the aisle, he
noticed this well-dressed Arabic
woman who had not followed
directions. Her tray was completely
down.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me over
those big brute engines when 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 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, B****!”