Way back when I was in third grade, there was this boring guy who came to our school to talk about some war shit. Well he's sitting up there telling us about the thrills and chills of the battlefields and all of his "exciting" stories, one of which happened to be about watching his brother get killed right before his eyes.
I didn't really care much about that, because I don't care about anything, but what happened next was just... Well...
The boring old guy is all "Does anyone have any questions?" and this little girl, probably first or second grade, raised her hand. The war dude pointed at her and she stood up and promptly asked "How did you feel when your brother died?"
What kind of an ass-witted question is that? She could have asked virtually anything, and she asked that. There was absolutely no reason for her to ask that. There was no good answer to the question, and no prompt to ask. I mean, he had already explained everything. How sad it was, etc...
My favourite part, though, was when everyone else in the room gasped and started whispering at how inappropriate that was. People never do anything like that. They always let everything go just because they're little kids. Well that was a retarded question that I'm not quite sure if she wasn't asking out of spite. For what? Maybe for the indescribible boringness of the guy's speech. Oh well. We got out of class for a bit, so it was all good.
And when she asked it, the guy was all "Ugh," and put his hand to his chest or something all dramatic. Maybe he did something to his hat. I don't know. Anyway, he decided to answer it because he was one of the more incredibly stupid people in the room. His stupidity exceeded that of most, if you ask me. He didn't want the little girl to feel bad about asking an inappropriate question. The entire scenario was too much.
I barely surpressed a laugh.
~People got their brains blown out in wars.~
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