My open mike on Monday had some great conversations and comedy moments. Here’s a snippet.
Guy walked in and said, “Do you have any Goldschlager?” No, I don’t think so. “OK, I’ll take a coffee.” How one is on the fence between coffee and Goldschlager, I’ll never know. However, my mornings would be more interesting.
A comic did a joke about whipping it out. Minutes later, another comic said, “That story Zach said about whipping it out reminds me of a story…” Chances are, not a story anyone wants to hear. Except me, that stuff cracks me up, both the callback and the story itself.
Finally, one of our regular performers told a tale of a homeless guy getting robbed at the shelter he is in. Yes, he’s homeless too. The man was in a rage over being robbed. I can tell you this, if there are three people in a room, someone is stealing something. I lived in a fraternity house in college with 33 other guys. Dirty movies, booze and tobacco got stolen so often, armed guards at every door couldn’t stop it. My roomie bought a skin mag once and went to the restroom. By the time he flushed, some “brother” of ours stole it and half a pack of Marlboro lights. You can imagine what strangers will do.