> The Aisle Seat
> Two Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London
> . One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in
> the middle seat...
> Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle
> seat. After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off,
> wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the
> window seat said, 'I need to get up and get a coke.'
> 'Don't get up,' said the Marine,
> 'I'm in the aisle seat, 'I'll get it for
> As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the
> Marine's shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned
> with the coke, the other Arab said, 'That looks good,
> I'd really like one, too.' Again, the Marine
> obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other
> Arab picked up the Marines other shoe and spat in it.
> When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed
> the flight.
> As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into
> his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. He leaned
> over and asked his Arab neighbors... 'Why does it have
> to be this way?' 'How long must this go on? This
> fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity?
> This spitting in shoes and pissing in
> FEW...THE PROUD...
> THE MARINES