03/14/2026 from Daily Jokes
#21918
Two Navy SEALs boarded a small commuter shuttle departing from Dallas and heading toward Houston. It was a short flight, the kind many business travelers take every day, and the cabin quickly filled with passengers settling into their seats.
One of the SEALs took the window seat while his companion sat in the middle. Just moments before takeoff, another passenger stepped aboard — a tough-looking Green Beret. He walked down the aisle, stowed his bag, and took the aisle seat beside the two SEALs.
Getting comfortable for the flight, the Green Beret slipped off his boots, stretched his legs slightly, and wiggled his toes as he leaned back in his seat.
A few minutes later, the SEAL sitting by the window looked over and said casually, “I think I’ll get up and grab a Coke.”
The Green Beret smiled politely and replied, “No need to get up. I’ll grab one for you.”
He stood, walked down the aisle toward the back of the plane, and went to get the drink. The moment he was out of sight, the SEAL in the window seat glanced at his friend, picked up one of the Green Beret’s boots from the floor, and quietly spit into it before placing it back exactly where it had been.
A short time later, the Green Beret returned and handed him the Coke.
As they settled back into their seats, the SEAL in the middle looked at the drink and said, “You know what… that actually looks pretty good. I think I’ll have one too.”
Without hesitation, the Green Beret nodded and said, “Sure thing,” before getting up once again and heading down the aisle to get another drink.
While he was gone, the second SEAL reached down, picked up the other boot, and repeated the same prank, spitting into it before carefully placing it back where it had been.
Soon the Green Beret returned with the second Coke. The three men sat quietly as the plane continued its short journey, sipping their drinks and enjoying the remainder of the flight without another word being exchanged.
Before long, the captain announced their descent into Houston. The plane began lowering toward the runway, and passengers started preparing for landing.
As the aircraft touched down and rolled along the runway, the Green Beret leaned forward, slipped his feet back into his boots, and instantly realized something wasn’t quite right.
He paused for a moment, then slowly looked over at the two SEALs beside him.
With a calm but weary expression, he sighed and said,
“How long do we have to keep this going?”
He shook his head slightly before continuing.
“How long will this fighting between our groups last? All this rivalry… all this bitterness… all this hostility?”
Then he added with a tired smile,
“The spitting in boots… and the peeing in Cokes?”
