I had a show this past weekend at a very fancy country club in Canton. It used to be a seminary and had gourmet food, stonework, a hotel onsite and I’m pretty sure a dungeon for shitty entertainment acts. I’ve never been in a stockade, but this would have been the place.
The show went very well – I did some cleaner material and the crowd seemed to be having a good time. I have a few jokes where I ask the crowd questions to illicit a response, including one where I ask, “Who in here hates their job?” Dead silence. I realized at that moment I just asked a room full of extremely wealthy country club members who hated their jobs. I repeated that sentiment exactly and said, “OK, think back to that time when you were 15 and your dad made you mow lawns for like three days to teach you a lesson. Who hated that job?” They laughed, so I think it was a good save. I guess that’s what I get for working dive bars too often.