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So yesterday was my day, working as a flight attendant, it started well and i seemed to put everyone in a good mood as I served the food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, I came out, swishing down the aisle and told everyone 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 duper." On my trip back up the aisle, I noticed this well-dressed and rather fabulous Arab looking woman hadn't moved a muscle, i swear not even an inch. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines and all that weave darl, 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." (Oh Purrrrrrrrleaze) To which I snap, (without missing a beat) "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch."
Well that was a carreer short lived.. Whatever.
Peace bitches, love and light.
Beaver. xx
