Two Navy SEALs boarded a short flight from Dallas to Houston. One slid into the window seat, the other took the middle.
Right before takeoff, a Green Beret strolled down the aisle, dropped into the aisle seat, kicked off his boots, stretched out, and wiggled his toes like he owned the place.
The SEAL by the window leaned back and said, “Man, I could go for a Coke.”
The Green Beret grinned. “No problem, brother. I got you,” he said, hopping up to grab one from the flight attendant.
As soon as he was out of sight, the SEAL picked up one of the Green Beret’s boots… and spat right in it.
Moments later, the Green Beret returned, handed over the Coke, and got comfy again.
Then the other SEAL chimed in, “You know what? That actually sounds good—I’ll take one too.”
“Sure thing,” said the Green Beret, standing up once more.
As he walked off, SEAL #2 picked up the second boot… and yep—spit right in it too.
The flight cruised along. No drama. Everyone relaxed.
When the plane landed in San Antonio, the Green Beret calmly slipped his feet back into his boots… paused… looked down… then shook his head in disappointment.
With a long sigh, he muttered: “How long must this go on? The rivalry, the bitterness, the spitting in boots and the peeing in Cokes?”
Moral of the story: Pick your battles wisely and never trust a drink you didn’t see get poured.