My Luck

Two Palestinians were on a plane. One sat in the window seat, the other in the middle seat.

Just before take-off an Israeli guy got on and took the aisle seat next to the Palestinians. He kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was just settling in when the Palestinian in the window seat said, “I'm thirsty. I think I’ll go up and get a Coke.”

“Tell you what, my friend,” said the Israeli, “I'm in your way. Why don't you stay there, I’ll get it for you.” And off he went.

While he was gone, the Palestinian in the middle seat picked up the Israeli’s shoe and spat in it.

When the Israeli returned with the Coke, the other Palestinian said, “That looks good. I think I’ll have one too.”

Again, the Israeli obligingly went to fetch it, and, while he was gone, the Palestinian next to his seat picked up the other shoe and spat in it too.

The Israeli returned with the Coke, and they all sat back and enjoyed the short flight to New York.

As the plane was landing the Israeli slipped his feet into his shoes. When he felt the dampness on his socks, he immediately suspected what had happened.

“Now really, my friends", he lamented, "How long must this go on? This enmity between our people…this hatred…this animosity…these juvenile pranks like spitting in shoes and pissing in Cokes?”