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 you.'
>
>     As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marine's shoes
>     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 Marine's 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
>     cokes?' *