“It’s at home.”
Monday, July 30th, 2007I remember…. *cue for moderate amounts of water vapour to condense slightly above my head to reflect my thoughts.
When I was in primary school, a I noticed a new trend. Actually, it was sort of a new joke. It went something like this:
Person #1: “Does anybody have a pair of scissors?”
Person #2: “I have!”
Person #1: “Can I borrow it?”
Person #2: “It’s at home.”
Persons #2 to #1,934,829: “Hahahaha….”
The answer was actually more of a truth than a lie. I really have a pair of scissors. But it’s not with me. You only asked who had a pair of scissors and not who had a pair of scissors with him/her now because you wanted to borrow it.
This went on for about a week plus. Finally, I gave up and decided to join in. Peer pressure to initiator of brainless decisions.
The thing about this joke is that you need someone to ask for something. So when the opportunity came, I jumped on it like a tiger jumping on something a tiger would jump on (e.g. trampoline).
Teacher: “Can someone lend me a pencil*?”
(She was sited at the desk while looking at her record book when she was asking for a pencil*)
Cheng Yee: “Teacher I have a pencil*!!”
Teacher: “Can you lend me?”
Cheng Yee: “It’s at home.” (with a grin!)
Teacher: “What did you say?!!…”
Oh boy…I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. I’ll just say that I’ll never ever in my life again try to joke like that again. Well, actually…
*I can’t remember what it was exactly.
