Nasreddin the honourable adventurer!

There is a story i once read on one of the adventures of Nasreddin that thought me the knowledge of giving value for values. He went to a barber to cut his hair and in the process the barber mistakingly or due to inexperience cut a patch off his hair that revealed his head. After the cut Nasreddin gave him a penny with a hole in it. In argument the barber demanded that he be paid as agreed to which Nasreddin said "My pay reflects the service".

Growing up in Asia thought me a lot to survival just as Africa did, and for that i will always be grateful to fate.

For good laughs with Paul Blenkiron, Stories and Analogies in Cognitive Behaviour Therapy

"Nasrudin, your donkey has been lost."

"Thank goodness I was not on the donkey at the time, or I would be lost too."

[Nasreddin had to don his finest clothes in order to be admitted to a fancy dinner party.]
He reached over, took a piece of meat and stuffed it in his shirt. He poked the next piece into his cummerbund. Then he jammed one into each pocket of his pants. All eyes were on Nasreddin as he gathered the long sleeves of his cloak and soaked them in the bowl of hot gravy.
A stunned guest jumped to his feet and demanded, Effendi! [Sir!] What is the meaning of your outrageous behavior?"
"Well," said Nasreddin Odjah, "when you find yourself in a place where clothes are more welcome than the person wearing them, you must feed the clothes first and the person afterward!"

"Nasruddin, four years ago you were here, and I asked that time also what is your age, and you told me forty years. Now this is absolutely inconsistent – how can you still be forty?"
Nasruddin said, "I am a man of consistency. Once forty, I remain forty always. When I have answered once, I have answered forever! You cannot lead me astray. I am forty, and whenever you ask you will get the same answer."

~ On the Roof ~ Tit for tat.
Nasreddin Hodja's old house had a leaking roof. One day the Hodja decided to fix it. He borrowed a ladder and with great difficulty climbed up to the roof. Just as he was setting off to work, he heard a knock on the door. He looked down from the edge of the roof and saw a stranger in front of his door.
`I am up here.' Hodja shouted. When the man looked up, `What is it that you want?' he asked him.
`Please come down,' replied the man, `I have something to say to you.'
Hodja precariously descended down the old ladder. Once on the ground he again asked the man what he wanted.
`Alms,' said the man, `could you spare some alms.'
Hodja thought for a second and then told the man to come up to the roof with him. Hodja in front, the beggar behind him, both running short on breath, climbed up the ladder. Once on the roof top, Hodja turned to the man and said: `I don't have any.'

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