One day The Hodja and his friends were sitting at the coffee house. A young boy carrying a tray of baklava attracted the attention of one of the men.
`Hodja Effendi, look!' he pointed, `That boy is carrying a tray of baklava.'
`It's none of my business.' Hodja shrugged his shoulders.
`But, Hodja, watch! He is taking it to your house.'
`In that case,' Hodja asserted, `it's none of your business.'