Mulla Nasruddin came home one night late, utterly drunk. He was trying… and he had only one key, but it wouldn’t go in the lock because he was trembling and shaking.
The policeman came to see because for half an hour Mulla was trying and trying. And he said, “Wait! Give me the key, I will open it.”
He said, “No need to bother with the key. You just hold the house in place and I can open it!”