Nasruddin stood all night in the snow. "I won!" he shouted.
"No!" his neighbor protested. "You used the candle burning in my window for warmth. I'll come over tonight to eat that dinner."
When the neighbor arrived, Nasruddin explained the soup wasn't ready.
The neighbor waited.
Finally, he went into the kitchen and saw a pot suspended over a candle.
"Imagine that!" said Nasruddin. "The soup's still cold."
Inspired by: The Best Anecdotes of Nasreddin Hoca by Kemal Yorenc
Notes: This story is on p. 56 of the book.