The little old lady had watched the tender parting of the young couple at the loading ramp. As the plane
taxied down the runaway, the young man, MullaNasrudin, burst into tears.
"There, there, my boy, don't cry," said the lady, who was sitting next to him. "Are you crying so because
you have to leave your wife?"
"No," said Nasrudin, "because I have to go back to her."