There once was a man named Mr. Gay who went to the airport...

Mr Gay approached the ticket counter and asked if there were any seats left for a flight to Miami. This would be a last minute flight as his schedule had suddenly freed up and he was now able to visit his elderly mother on her birthday. The lady at the counter smiled as she searched, but she had some bad news. There was one seat left on the only flight to Miami, but it was a low priority seat and he might be bumped if anyone else bought a ticket. Figuring that this was better than nothing, Mr. Gay purchased the ticket and went to the gate.

A couple of hours later, Mr. Gay boarded the plane. What luck! He had not been bumped from the flight and it looked like he was going to make it to Miami for his mother's birthday. He was seated on an aisle seat when he noticed that a gentleman in the row in front of him, sitting by the window, was sweating profusely and fidgeting in his seat.

"Are you alright, sir?" Mr. Gay asked.

The nervous man replied, "I have a terrible fear of flying, and I usually request an aisle seat, but because this airplane is so full, they sat me at the window and now I'm scared out of my wits."

"We can't have that," Mr. Gay said with a smile, "I will gladly switch seats with you so that you can have a more comfortable flight."

With a relieved sigh, the nervous man thanked him and switched seats with him.

A few more minutes went by as they waited for the plane to leave the terminal. The captain came on the PA system: "Ladies and gentlemen, our apologies, but it seems that we have oversold this flight and our flight attendants will now be asking certain passengers to deplane at this time."

Mr. Gay sank in his seat. He knew that they would be coming for him. Sure enough, the flight attendant came down the aisle, but walked right past him. Mr. Gay had the sudden realization, that they were heading for his prior seat.

The flight attendant tapped the shoulder of the man that Mr. Gay had traded seats with.

"Sir," the flight attendant asked, "Are you Gay?"

The man in the seat seemed surprised, but then sheepishly nodded his head and said, "Uh... yes, I-I am, but..."

"I'm afraid you have to get off the plane, sir."

Mr. Gay stood up. "Wait!" He said, "You don't understand! I'M Gay!"

A very feminine man a couple of rows over stood up and slung his head back. "Honey, I'm gay too and they can't throw us all off this bitch!"