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sat down at the kitchen table, and said to his equally harried wife: "Dear, for once in your life don't start with your own troubles. Ask, instead, what happened to me at business. Ask, already, what kind of a day I had. Go ahead, ask. Just ask."
Whereupon Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin said apprehensively: "So what happened, Mulla?"
and Mulla Nasrudin buried his head in his hands, groaned, and said: "What happened? Oh, dear, better you should not ask."
145.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, Mulla?" a friend asked Mulla Nasrudin.
"Well," said Nasrudin, "I think it saves a lot of time."
146.
"don't you think, Mulla, that a man has more sense after he is married?" asked Mulla Nasrudin's wife.
"Yes," said Nasrudin. "but it's too late then."
147.
Son: "Isn't it wonderful how little chicks get out of their shells dad?"
Mulla Nasrudin: "What get's me is how they get in, son."
148.
Mulla Nasrudin lived only for the day when the social system could be overturned by violence and remolded closer to his heart's desire.
"Come the revolution," he said fervently to his wife, "you won't have to live on bread and potatoes. You will eat strawberries and cream."
"Actually," said his wife, "I don't like strawberries and cream."
"Come the revolution," said Mulla Nasrudin violently, "you will eat strawberries and cream and you will like it."
149.
Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin: "I suppose you think I am a perfect idiot?"
Mulla Nasrudin: "Oh, dear, non of us is perfect."
150.
Boss: "Mulla, you're a liar. You took a day off to bury your wife, and I met her in the park this morning."
Mulla Nasrudin: "Oh, I did not say she was dead, sir. I just said I would like to go to her funeral."
151.
Mulla Nasrudin, an expectant father, was pacing up and down the hospital corridor.
"I hope it's a girl! I hope it's a girl!" he kept repeating.
"What do you mean, you hope it's a girl?" asked a nurse.
"Then," replied Nasrudin, "she will never have to go through what I am going through."
152.
"Has this dog a good pedigree,
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