Tuesday 4 December 2007

Son of somebody

People may be born equal but at the market they are certainly not all the same. As they say, some are more equal than others. This reminds me of a story:

The souk was so crowded that you could easily mistake it for a carpet of beards.

Nasrudin addressed a tall young man next to him:

“May I salute you, young master! Aren’t you by any chance the imam’s nephew?”

“Not at all.”

“The son of the cadi, maybe?”

“Certainly not!”

“One of Timur’s envoys?”

“Nothing of this, my good man.”

"In this case, you son of an adultery bitch, step off my toe before I hit you right on your stupid nape!”

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