Your Naivety Is Touching

(My ninth-grade science teacher is a bit of a hippie, as well as a 42-year-old single southern man with a very thick accent, living in a northern state, making him very clueless sometimes. Two boys are messing around in class.)

Teacher: “Boys, stop touching each other!”

(Everyone is trying not to laugh, but we end up silently giggling to ourselves. My teacher doesn’t understand what’s wrong with what he said, and is clearly confused as to why we are laughing.)

Boy #1: *laughing* “Sorry, [Teacher].”

Teacher: “It’s okay. You can touch each other later!”