is that love ?
Mulla Nasrudin sat moodily over his drink, and his friend said: "You look pretty down in the mouth, Mulla. What's the matter?"
Nasrudin said: "My psychiatrist says I am in love with my umbrella and that that's the source of my troubles."
"In love with your umbrella!"
"Yes. Isn't that ridiculous? Oh, I like and respect my umbrella and enjoy its company, but love?"