The bluntness of a foreigner

After my last show of the week on Sunday, in which I felt I did not have my best showing, we had the awkward t-shirt/DVD sale afterwards.  Apparently, residents of this city have a lot of t-shirts, because no one hardly sold anything all f’n week.  A really tall guy with a unique accent approached me.  “You were so great!  I laughed a lot!”  Thanks, man!  He then got his picture taken with me.  The lady he was with said “He’s a foreign exchange student from Austria.  He had a lot of fun.”  Nice – I have global appeal!

Then he came back…  “I really liked how you told your jokes and didn’t change your face.  You just talked about your life and were so funny not making any expressions!  The people I was with didn’t like you as much, but I did!”  Hmm, that’s a backhanded compliment, but he was honest.  Then he bought a DVD and shirt.  “I think the other guy’s shirt more, but I want to support you!”  Once again his honesty poured out.  You know what, I appreciate it.  One, the honesty was refreshing.  Two, he could call me a slack-jawed pedo as long he buys my crap.  Thank you, my new friend – I love Austria!