A priest goes into a barbershop, gets a haircut, thanks the barber, and offers money. The barber says, "Father, you're a holy man, I couldn't charge you, it's on the house." The next day, magically appearing on the doorstep of the barbershop are twelve gold coins. A few days later, a Buddhist monk goes in for a shave and a shine, and when the time comes to pay the barber says, "No money, please, you're a spiritual leader, a man of the people, it's on the house." The next day, magically appearing on the doorstep of the barbershop, are twelve rubies. The following week an editor comes in, gets a haircut, goes to pay, and the barber says, "No, Mr. Editor, you are a learned man and a servant of the people, I can't take any money from you." The next day, magically appearing on the doorstep of the barbershop, are twelve shaggy editors.