A neighbor came to the Hodja’s door and asked to borrow a clothesline.
“Let me ask my wife,” replied the Hodja, disappearing inside.
He returned a short time later with the answer, “I am sorry, dear friend, but we cannot lend you our clothesline, for we have sprinkled flour on it.”
“When would a person ever sprinkle flour on a clothesline?” asked the neighbor in disbelief.
“When someone else wanted to borrow it,” was the Hodja’s answer.