So, I'm at symphony the other night. Nobody really wanted to be there, but we were all being good little children and attending our extracurricular activity so as to not incur the wrath of an angry band director the next day. So -- we played. And played and played and played. With about 20 minutes left in rehearsal, we were about all played out, but diligently kept at it. As we sat there during a quick instructional note from our director, we were treated to a small lecture about qualifcations and good director-ing. The symphony's wind director (Mr. Howard) mentioned that the symphony's string director (Mr. Hartman) was like a mentor to him. Mr. Hartman laughed and immediately shot back with "Yeah, if you add the letters T-O-R to the front of it." He laughed, but we just sat there. Suddenly, little lightbulbs slowly flickered to life above peoples' heads. You could practically hear peoples' brains go "T and then O and then R plus mentor. . . T-O-R-mentor. . . tormenter!" After everybody understood the joke enough to decide that it was simply not funny, everybody in the symphony just groaned. Audible groans, like when sheep run into fences. Someone spoke up, "Mr. Hartman, I expected better from you!", to which Mr. Hartman replied "Look, it wasn't good, but at least it was quick!"
This was the moment for Truman (trumpet) and Bekah (clarinet) to shine and bask in the glory of comedic genius. "Look, it wasn't good, but at least it was quick!" spurred the instant reponse THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! , echoing throughout the auditorium.
We all knew it was coming, Hartman had set himself up about as perfectly as possible, it was just a matter of waiting for someone to drop the bomb. Everybody just burst out laughing and the entire wind section was crippled for a good 3 minutes. Priceless, truly priceless. . .