Mulla Nasrudin was bragging to his friend about his family. “When I go home at night,” he said, “everything is ready for me, my slippers, my pipe, the easy chair in the corner with the light turned on, my book open at the same place I left it the night before… and always plenty of hot water.”
“I get all that stuff about the slippers and easy chair and book and the pipe,” his friend said, “but what about the hot water, Mulla?”
“Well,” replied Nasrudin, “My family loves me. You don’t think they are going to make me wash dishes in cold water, do you?”