On one occasion when people started to arrive at the teahouse, Sisman Tuccar’s plate was piled up sky high with asawer, borma, asabi and baklava and Sisman was dancing around his table clapping his hands and singing.
Seeing this, a man asked, “Sisman, what are you doing?”
“Can’t you see?” replied Sisman, “I’m celebrating.”
“Why are you celebrating?” asked the man.
“Why shouldn’t I celebrate?” replied Sisman.