|One night, Mulla Nasrudin's father noticed a light in his barn. He went to see what it was all about and he found Nasrudin with a lantern, all dressed up.|
"What are you doing all dressed up and with that lantern?" asked his father.
"I am going to call on my girlfriend, Dad," said Nasrudin. "I have got to go through the woods and it is dark."
"When I was your age calling on my wife for the first time," said the father, "I went through the woods without a lantern."
"I KNOW," said Nasruddin, "BUT LOOK WHAT YOU GOT, DAD!"
|"This is a lesson in logic," said the old professor in the teahouse. "If the show starts at nine and dinner is at six, and my son has the measles, and my brother drives a Cadillac, how old am I?"|
"You are eighty-four," replied Mulla Nasruddin promptly.
"Right," said the professor. "Now tell the rest of the fellows here how you arrived at the correct answer."
"It is easy," said Nasruddin. "I have got an uncle who is forty-two, and he is only half nuts. You must be eighty-four."
|One day Mulla Nasrudin visited a large department store to buy his wife some nylon hose.|
Inadvertently, he got caught in a mad rush at a counter where a bargain sale was going on. He soon found himself being pushed and stepped on by frantic women. He stood it as long as he could. Then with head lowered and elbows out, he plowed through the crowd.
"You there!" said a woman. "Can't you act like a gentleman? "
"NOT ANYMORE," said Nasrudin. "I HAVE BEEN ACTING LIKE A GENTLEMAN FOR AN HOUR. FROM NOW ON, I AM ACTING LIKE A LADY."