Sometimes, school isn’t about what you learn—it’s about the moments that make you laugh for years afterward. This story about a boy named Johnny proves that even failure can come with a punchline.
Johnny came home from school one day, his backpack hanging low and his face pale. His father, reading the newspaper, barely looked up when Johnny dropped his report card on the table.
“Dad,” he said, hesitating, “I got an F in math.”
His father slowly lowered the paper. “An F? What happened this time?”
Johnny shrugged. “It’s not my fault. I answered the questions right.”
“Really?” his father said, skeptical. “Tell me what happened.”
Johnny sighed. “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s three times two?’ So I said six.”
His father nodded. “That’s right.”
“That’s what I thought!” Johnny said. “Then she asked, ‘What’s two times three?’ So I said six again.”
“Also right,” his father said, growing confused. “So why’d you fail?”
Johnny looked him dead in the eye and replied, “I don’t know. But when she asked me that, I asked her the same thing you’re probably thinking right now.”
His father frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Johnny smirked. “I said, ‘What the hell’s the difference?’”
