Two Sailors boarded a quick shuttle flight out of Atlanta, headed for Norfolk.
One sat in the window seat, the other sat in the middle seat.
Just before takeoff, a Marine got on and took the aisle seat next to the two
Sailors. The Marine kicked off his shoes, wiggled his toes and was settling
in when the Sailor in the window seat said, "I think I'll get up and get
a coke." "No problem," said the Marine, "I'll get it for
you." While he was gone, one of the Sailors picked up the Marine's shoe
and spat in it.
When the Marine returned with the coke, the other Sailor said, "That looks
good, I think I'll have one too." Again, the Marine obligingly went to
fetch it and while he was gone, the other Sailor picked up the other shoe and
spat in it. The Marine returned and they all sat back and enjoyed the short
flight to Norfolk.
As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew
immediately what had happened. "How long must this go on? This tragedy?
This farce?" the Marine asked. "This fighting between our groups?
This hatred? This animosity?
This spitting in shoes and peeing in cokes?"