Nasruddin was attending a banquet, and the food was delicious. As Nasruddin enjoyed the meal, he noticed the man next to him putting food from the table into his pockets, apparently hoping no one would notice.
"Excuse me," said Nasruddin. "But why you are putting food in your pockets?"
"It is for my wife," the man said apologetically. "She was unable to attend the banquet with me."
Nasruddin then picket up a teapot and poured tea into the man's pocket.
The man screamed, but Nasruddin kept pouring. "Your wife will surely want some tea to go with her dinner."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #93 in the book.
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