After ten years of apprenticeship, a young monk achieved the rank of Zen teacher. One rainy day, he went to visit the famous master Chuang Tzu. When he walked in, the master greeted him with a question, "Did you leave your wooden clogs and umbrella on the porch?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Tell me," the master continued, "did you place your umbrella to the left of your shoes, or to the right?"

The young monk, who is thus far left unnamed on purpose, did not know the answer, and realized that he had not yet attained full awareness. So he became Chuang Tzu's apprentice and studied under him for ten more years, enduring long hours of retorting and smugness that is enough to supersize many Bruce Willi (Latin plural of Willis).

After ten years the not so young monk (who reached his mid 30s) declared that he is ready to be a master. Chuang Tzu greeted that declaration with the question:

"Did you leave your woode-"

"yes, yes, I left them outside" replied the mid-age balding monk anxiously.

"Tell me," the master concluded, "did you place your umbrella to the left of your shoes, or to the right that day?"

The saggy eyed monk thus said: "Shit, I don't remember." and left the premises, weeping.

If Chuang Tzu was allowed to run after him, he would do so to keep on retorting. But he couldn't, because running and being smug all the time don't go together well. So he said, "Yeah. Master, my ass." and went looking for his glasses.