The only store I’ve ever been kicked out of was a Pottery Barn.
So, surprise, it turns out weird things happen at comedy clubs sometimes.
The other night, after I did a set at this club I regularly go to, I was talking to some ladies from the audience. I made a conversational joke or two while we were talking, and then out of nowhere some guy who I guess was in their group leans in toward me and says, in an alarmingly harsh voice, “So is everything a joke to you?”
I was taken aback, but I did the only thing I could think to.
I said, “No. Just things that are funny.”