Spitting in the Shoes

Two Arabs boarded a shuttle out of Washington for New York. One
sat in the window seat, the other in the middle seat. Just
before take-off a fat, little Jewish guy got on and took the
aisle seat next to the Arabs. He kicked off his shoes, wiggled
his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat
said, “I think I’ll go up and get a Coke.” (Shuttle flights do
not have cabin attendants, but you probably knew that.) “No
problem,” said the Jew. “I’ll get it for you.” While he was gone
the Arab picked up the Jew’s shoe and spit in it.

The Jew brought back the coke, when the other Arab said, “That
looks good. Think I’ll have one too.” Again, the Jew obligingly
goes to fetch it, and while he is gone the Arab picks up the
other shoe and spits in it.

The Jew returns with the coke, and they all sit back and enjoy
the short flight. When the plane was landing the Jew slipped his
feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. “How
long must this go on?” he asked. “This enmity between our
peoples …this hatred…your spitting in my shoes and me
pissing in your Coke?”