Mulla Nasrudin’s wife was upset and confided to her maid. “Do you know,” she said, “I suspect my husband is having an affair with the cook.”
“Oh,” cried the maid. “You can’t believe that. You are just saying that to make me jealous.”
Mulla Nasrudin’s wife was upset and confided to her maid. “Do you know,” she said, “I suspect my husband is having an affair with the cook.”
“Oh,” cried the maid. “You can’t believe that. You are just saying that to make me jealous.”