Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Two Radical Pakistani 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 Sardarji sat down in the aisle seat. After takeoff, Sardarji kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Paki in the window seat said, 'I need to get up and get a coke.' ' Don't get up,' said the Sardarji , 'I'm in the aisle seat, 'I'll get it for you.' As soon as he left, one of the Paki picked up the Sardarji 's shoe and spat in it. When the Sardarji returned with the coke, the other Paki said, 'That looks good, I'd really like one, too.' Again, the Sardarji obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone the other Paki picked up the Sardarji 's other shoe and spat in it. When the Sardarji returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight. As the plane was landing, the Sardarji slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. He leaned over and asked his Paki 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 . . . ?