The Clothes Got Me In

One day Mulla Nasrudin went to a banquet. As he was dressed rather shabbily, no one let him in. So he ran home, put on his best robe and fur coat and returned.

Immediately, the host came over, greeted him and ushered him to the head of an elaborate banquet table. When the food was served, Nasrudin took some soup with spoon and pushed it to the his fur coat and said, Eat my fur coat, eat! It’s obvious that you’re the real guest of honor today, not me!

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