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")
"Relax," says Moshe. "I'll get it for you."
While he's gone, Zakawi picks up Moshes 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?"
