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