Plane trip

Two Arabs are waiting for the NY-Washington DC shuttle to take off. Zakawi is in the window seat; Khattab in the middle.

Just before the door is closed, Moshe, a chubby little Jewish man, rushes to his aisle seat beside the Arabs.

As the plane takes off, Moshe settles in, removes his shoes and takes out his newspaper. Just as he gets comfortable, the Arab in the window seat Zakawi stands up and says, "Excuse me, I'd like to get a Coke." (Shuttle flights are "self-service"Wink

"Relax," says Moshe. "I'll get it for you."

While he's gone, Zakawi picks up Moshe’s shoe and spits in it.

Moshe returns and hands his seat mate his drink and once again, settles in. The moment he's comfortable, Khattab says, "You know. That looks good. I think I'd like one, too."

"Sit! Sit! Let me get it for you!" says Moshe, who obligingly fetches another drink.

While he's gone, Khattab hawks a big lugie into the other shoe.

Moshe returns, hands Khattab his drink, and they all sit back and mind their own business for the remainder of the quick flight.

Just before the plane lands, Moshe slips his shoes back on and instantly realizes what they've done.

Moshe sighs and asks: "This enmity between our people is tragic! How long must this anger and hatred continue? Spitting in the shoes? Peeing in the Coke?"