AN 'AIR' OF DOUBT
Two Arabs boarded a flight out of New York after an international hockey tournament. One sat at the window seat, the other the middle seat. At the last moment an American friend of mine got on and took the isle seat. Shortly after take-off the American, a Master Sergeant, kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling down when the Arab at the window seat said, "I think I'll get up and go for a beer." "No problem" replied the American, "I'll get it for you." While he had gone one of the Arabs picked up his shoe and spat in it. On returning with the beer the other Arab said, "That's looks good, I think I'll have one too. The American kindly volunteered a second time. Again, while gone, the other Arab picked up the second shoe and spat in it. After the American had returned to his seat they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the aircraft was about to land the Master Sergeant slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. "Why does it have to be this way?" he asked. How long must this go on?" This fighting between our two Countries? This animosity? This spitting in shoes and p****** in others beer?
Les Gentry. Ex-Royal Navy. Via Email.
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