The Pashtun lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Lahore theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the Pashtun, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The Pashtun groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager. The Pashtun just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle.
In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the Pashtun, but with no success.
Finally, they summoned the police. The Policeman surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right brother, what's you're name?"
"Abdullah," the Pashtun moaned.
"Where are from, Abdullah?"
With pain in his voice Abdullah replied.... "The balcony."