Mulla Nasrudin
climbed into a barber's chair and asked, "Where is the barber who used to
work on the next chair?"
"Oh, that
was a sad case," the barber said. "He became so nervous and
despondent over poor business, that one day when a customer said he did not
want a massage, he went out of his mind and cut the customer's throat with a
razor. He is now in the state mental hospital. By the way, would you like a
massage, sir?"
"Absolutely!"
said Mulla Nasrudin.