I shouldn’t have did one more joke—it was the death of me, of my career. I was too confident in myself, thinking that I could make anything come out funny.
With a prideful smile I looked at the crowd and said, “So, what’s up with airline food?”
The entire comedy club fell silent in unison. Not a single person laughed, not even a chuckle or snicker.
I tapped the mic just to make sure it was still working, “This thing on? Mic check.”
Somebody threw a can of beer at me, landing on the stage, “Get down, you suck!”
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