Once it happened that Mulla Nasruddin came staggering home totally drunk, and knocked many times at his own door. It was already half past midnight. The wife answered and he asked her, “Can you tell me, madam, where Mulla Nasruddin lives?”
The wife said, “This is too much. You are Mulla Nasruddin.”
He said, “That’s right, that I know, but it doesn’t answer my question. Where does he live?”