Nasreddin was strolling through the marketplace when a shopkeeper accosted him, berating the Hodja loudly for his failure to pay a debt.
“My dear friend,” answered the Hodja, “just how much do I owe you?”
“Seventy-five piasters,” shouted the angry shopkeeper.
“Now, now,” replied the Hodja. “You must know that I intend to pay you thirty-five piasters tomorrow, and next month another thirty-five. That means that I owe you only five piasters. Are you not ashamed of yourself for accosting me so loudly in public for a debt of only five piasters?”