There I was sitting in class, 8 years old in my grade 3 class, nervous as hell. The teacher was going throught everybody, asking them in turns to tell a funny joke to the class. My nervousness stemmed from my rapidly dindling original pool of jokes, as everybody that went before me used all the good jokes an 8 year old can come up with.
I had to come up with something! The teachers eyes were getting closer and closer to me. Time seemed to stop. I vaguely remember her promping me to tell my joke. Now the whole class was looking at me. The only thing I could think of, was a joke that I did not understand. Hopefully they would find it funny and be able to explain it to me, validating my attention seeking brain.
Q: Did you know about the Newfie that didn't know about female periods?
A: You should've seen his face.
I bombed. No one laughed. A sea of dumbfounded eyes surrounded me. I was traumatized for life.
I mustered up all the courage I had left and asked everybody if they could explain it to me, because my parents seemed to think that, that joke, was pretty darn funny. I looked up to the teacher, in desperate hope, for help. Nothing. I think "livid" best describes what she looked like.
I wonder to this day what answer the parents of my classmates came up with to try to explain that little joke.
Focus: Did you ever say anything that you did not reallized was innapropriate? Only to find out later on(hours, weeks, years) how a terrible mistake it was?
Skip the one about the time you made a yo mama's joke and the person moms ended up being dead.