The Miser and the Pool Boy
Once upon a time, right next door to Mullah Nasruddin, lived a filthy rich neighbor. This guy was a total cheapskate. He worked like a dog, 24/7, stacking dollar bills. He never ate a good meal, never bought his family nice clothes, and lived like a pauper just to see his bank account grow.
Eventually, he kicked the bucket and left all that cash behind.
Before the funeral flowers had even wilted, the whole town heard the news: The rich man’s widow had married their handsome young pool boy (or gardener)! Overnight, the broke young guy got the keys to the mansion, the sports cars, and the bank vault.
A few days later, Mullah saw the former pool boy—now the "Man of the House"—strutting down the street in an Armani suit.
Mullah tipped his hat and said, "Hello there, you lucky groom! How does it feel to suddenly be the Master after years of taking orders?"
The young man rubbed his full belly, smiled, and said: "You know, Mullah, I’m confused. For years, I thought I was sweating and slaving away for him. But now I realize I had it all wrong. Turns out, the old man was actually working for me the whole time! He was just the unpaid manager saving up this fortune to hand it over to me in perfect condition."
Mullah nodded wisely, turned to the crowd, and declared:
"Listen up, folks! Here is the brutal truth: If you work yourself to death and don't enjoy your own money, you are nothing but an unpaid intern for one of three people:
Your wife’s future husband.
Your daughter’s useless husband.
Or your son’s greedy wife.
So please, spend your cash on yourself while you're still breathing, or someone else will gladly do it for you!"
