Ruined pants

Last week I was flying from Seattle to Portland on Horizon Air. The guy next to me by the window ordered red wine. Of course the flight attendant spilled it on my white dockers! I guess I should be happy, I got a drink to go. And I was worried about terrorists! Then I realized, you only need to worry about hijacking if your pilot's name is Mohammed, or if your filet mignon is served in pita bread.