You’re in a plane at 35,000 feet above sea level traveling at over 500 miles per hour to some far away destination for some rest and relaxation. You’re listening to your MP3 with your eyes closed, swaying your head back and forth, up and down. You stare at your watch every five minutes, and wondering just when will the plane arrive so you can exit from that claustrophobic enclosure. You then decide to stretch your arms and legs, and at the same time you look at some of your fellow travelers.
The guy next to you has been quiet but sweating profusely. He’s mumbling quietly as if praying. You notice a religious book on the tray which he is grasping ever so tightly. Then he gets up and goes to the bathroom and returns to his seat fifteen minutes later. You look at him, and there is something odd about his behavior.
Several minutes go by, and then you hear a pop and feel some movement from the same guy. You see something burning on him. You hear him scream something in a foreign language. Passengers are screaming. All eyes are on your section.
Given the number of Latinos flying daily, what would you do if you were sitting next to this terrorist?
1) Tell him, “Dude, your pants on fire!”, and pour a glass of water on his pants.
2) Go Ghetto, beat him senseless, put out the fire, and hold him for the cops.
3) Break out the coquito you hid from the TSA’s screeners in your carry-on bag and start drinking.
4) Scream and do nothing but scream.
by Lee Anthony Nieves
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