Flying back to Atlanta tonight, I sat next to a Muslim guy. I asked the flight attendant for a shot of tequila. She politely asked him if he’d like a drink.
He looked at her as if she’d insulted his whole family and said, “I’d rather have a dozen whores than let liquor touch my lips.”
I handed the tequila back and said, “I’ll take what he’s having. Didn’t know that was on the menu.”