He was a Theosophist

Left His Astral Body to be Kicked by the Cashier

The shabbily dressed man arose from a table containing numerous empty dishes, and with a toothpick projecting from a corner of his mouth, walked over to the cashier near the door, and remarked:

“Say, mister, do you believe in psychology?”

“To some extent, yes,” replied he, curiously. “Why?”

“An’ astral bodies?”

“Yes.”

“I was told so on the outside. Now, my bill is one-forty, ain’t it? The question arises who is to foot the bill? With no chink, I can’t. But I’ll make a proposition. I’ll open the door in this way, move out in this way–”

“Come back here, you beat.”

“Not much. My astral self is just inside the door. Administer to it a dozen or so good, sound kicks, and fire it out into the middle of next month. I won’t care. S’long.”–Ex.