There’s an old Indian legend about a court jester (sort of – he was considered to be a very wise teacher too) was asked by the king what the greatest pleasure was.
He brought the king to his house, fed him a stupendous feast, with lot of drinks and then offered him a bed to sleep it off. An hour or so later, the king wanted to relieve his bladder. He found himself to be locked in the room! He called, threatened, then plead with the guy to let him out. After “a few” excruciating hours later, the door opened. The king shot out of the room, screaming threats and epithets as he made for the toilet.
On his return, a suitable time later, he ordered the jester to be arrested. Before the mandatory beheading, the king asked if the guy had any last words. He asked, “your majesty, what did you feel when you at last made it to the toilet?”
There’s an old Indian legend about a court jester (sort of – he was considered to be a very wise teacher too) was asked by the king what the greatest pleasure was.
He brought the king to his house, fed him a stupendous feast, with lot of drinks and then offered him a bed to sleep it off. An hour or so later, the king wanted to relieve his bladder. He found himself to be locked in the room! He called, threatened, then plead with the guy to let him out. After “a few” excruciating hours later, the door opened. The king shot out of the room, screaming threats and epithets as he made for the toilet.
On his return, a suitable time later, he ordered the jester to be arrested. Before the mandatory beheading, the king asked if the guy had any last words. He asked, “your majesty, what did you feel when you at last made it to the toilet?”
“The greatest pleasure I ever experienced!”