Shortly after throttle-up for takeoff, our pilot slammed the thrust reversers on full and stood on the brakes. I looked out the window in time to see another a/c landing from our right -- timed just right for a T-bone at the intersection.
After our a/c had shuddered to a halt less than 100 yds from the crossover -- and we had scraped our foreheads off of the seatbacks in front of us, the captain came on the intercom:
"Folks, I apologize for Laguardia's dumb@$$ controllers. We are going to have to taxi back to the gate to check and see if we have flat-spotted our tires."
And then the First Officer chimed in:
"...and to change the Captain's trousers..."
The Yeager drawl isn't quite dead yet, fortunately.