He Spent All Month Thinking That One Up

At my high school, cross country was mandatory. Our PE teacher was very old-school, almost seargent-major-like with his teaching style. Once you got to know him, he was fine, but to most students he was terrifying. He also had a dry sense of humour.

At the end of one cross country event, when one of the slower boys crossed the line, he panted up to the teacher.

“What’s my time, sir?”

Without missing a beat, the teacher replied, “How should I know, boy? I’ve got a stopwatch, not a calendar!”