You will be sitting in a class about Astronomy on a Tuesday afternoon, minutes after 2 o’clock. You will have handed your homework in and will be waiting for everyone else to do the same. And then a man, a rather funny looking man in a bright green polo shirt with rather protruding front teeth, will attempt to hand his homework in. He will attempt to walk down the last set of steps to the front of the room, but he will fail. And he will fall. He will fall, not only physically, but in the estimation of his friends, who will laugh at this man.
Then this man will turn around. This funny man’s face will be bright red. Not knowing what to do, he will jog up the stairs. And as he jogs up these you will hear him proclaim, to his so-called friends, “Yeah. That was real funny.”
