On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your tray, 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, Bitch.”