When I was 10 years old, I was eating lunch with a group of friends at school.
They were conversing, wasting the afternoon by throwing lame jokes back and forth.
I spaced out for a few seconds, pausing to watch a girl that I fancied as she walked by.
During this space of no more than 5 seconds, a question was asked of me by my group of friends.
I wasn’t listening to them, and had no idea what they had asked me.
When I turned back around to acknowledge them, they were all staring at me, waiting on what my answer would be.
Not caring enough to have them repeat the question, I improvised, shrugging my shoulders and saying “It depends.”
I was met with no less than 3 straight minutes of uproarious laughter.
Milk squirted out of one guy’s nose. Another guy fell off of his chair. Another guy was crying.
I maintained my deadpan demeanor, honestly unaware of what had just happened.
This only made them laugh harder.
I never asked what the question was, but it’s probably best that I don’t know.
And that was the funniest thing I’ve ever said.