The Empty Room
Nasrudin would constantly enter a small locked room in his house and come out looking very troubled. Eventually someone asked him "Nasrudin what is in the small locked room?"
"I keep it empty," explained Nasrudin, "but everytime I enter, something seems to be in the room. I suspect someone is stealing the emptiness…"
"Show me!" demanded the curious enquirer.
Reluctantly Nasrudin opened the room.
"But Nasrudin, there is nothing in this room but me and you."
"It is getting worse!" screamed Nasrudin , "Yesterday there was only me in here…"
Nasrudin’s crazy wisdom just rocks!