Sense of Humour

I guess not every one appreciate my sense of humour, but I can assure you that my senior high school mate, Claire, never fails to crack up whenever I am trying to tell a joke. I think she really likes me and doesn't want me to feel bad.

When we were in high school, she is the model student every teacher could ever dream of. And I was... As you have guessed, not. Somewhat we sat next to each other and we exchanged the techniques of reading novels underneath our desks.

Once I was trying to tell Claire a zen story. There were three little monks studying zen, following the most famous monk at the time. Monk A went to the old monk and asked "Master, if this then that and what?". The old monk thought about it for a while, he replied "You are right". Monk B came along and asked "Master, if this then that and why are we doing what?" The old monk paused for few minutes, and he said "You are also correct". The yongest monk was so confused and he went to old monk. He asked "Master, why do you think both of them are correct?". The monk replied after few minutes "Then you are right!"

No one laughed but Claire.