To A Teenager, It Will Never Not Be Funny
I was in Grade 9 in the 1970s.
Our science class had just started a new unit on mass, or gravity, or something like that. Our teacher, a young, pretty cool guy, was a very visual teacher, using props, video, or whatever he thought would help.
At the beginning of the lesson, our teacher stood in front of thirty fourteen-year-olds, holding a tennis ball and a golf ball, and said loud and clear, “Class, I have two balls.”
He had to leave the room for about ten minutes while we finished laughing hysterically.
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