“Doctor,” a woman cried, as she rushed into Mulla Nasrudin’s house, “I want you to tell me frankly, exactly what is wrong with me.”
Nasrudin looked her over from head to foot, then said, “Madam, I have three things to tell you. First, you are about fifty pounds overweight, Second, your looks would be improved if you took off several layers of rouge and lipstick. And third, I am not the doctor. The doctor’s office is across the street.”