Road Career  R.I.P.

Let’s say it’s Saturday night, you’ve just shaved your mustache as thin as you can and your jean shorts just came back from the cleaners. You’re looking forward to a night on the town, but all the tables at Ruby Tuesday’s are booked. Now what? If only there were a comedy club ten feet away. Oh wait, I think I see one. Now if I could just find a way to get this ‘stache thinner.

 

That’s a little story about the choad who penned this gem. I know because I was struck by this man’s appearance as he sulked out to the parking lot.  Are you really trying to threaten the club with your patronage? Guess what? You’re not special. Go ahead, don’t come back. There are a hundred other guys just like you, who can’t wait to come hate my comedy.

 

The best part is that I didn’t even have to look for this comment card. One of the guys on the staff, who I’ve gotten to know over the years, casually slipped it to me with a smirk as I walked out the door. The road won. It always does.