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I got heckled by a guy who didn't say a word.
It was in Stuttgart, Germany; doing my show in my "Colonel-Klink-German Language-Course" German, with a pretty good edge, when I noticed a guy break into my circle, Mediterranean complexion, ratty dreadlocks, exploded bluejeans, the remains of a shirt, and a broken umbrella he'd obviously nabbed from the garbage.
He stands in front of me, wordless, but reeking of booze. I ask him in German to stand aside. No response. I ask him in English. No response. I try French, Spanish, Dutch, Italian...desperate, I think I even tried Japanese...nothing.
I took out a piece of chalk and drew a line at the edge, and motioned for him to stand behind it. He finally walked over and sat in front of it, inside the circle, but out of my way. Cool. I continued my show. Then I noticed I was getting some laughs in the wrong place, like in the middle of a joke. I turned around and the guy was standing right behind me, making faces or something.
I sent him back to his place. He went obligingly. 60 seconds later, I'm regaining my momentum, and the laughter again is misplaced. Same thing. I sent him back. This happened 4 or 5 times when finally I made him sit down, and I drew a chalk circle around him and motioned for him to stay in his own, personal chalk circle.
Things went fine for about 5 minutes, I finally got things running with some good momentum, and then again the misplaced laughter start up. I look behind me, and he's not there. Then I look down, and I see he's got his own piece of chalk, drawing a circle around ME!!!
I was floored.
A side note: my normally 35 minute show became a 60-minute show because of the various shenanigans, and it had drizzled rain on and off throughout this show. One of my bigger hats, and I think I have this apparently Portuguese drunk to thank for it.
--Rich
It was in Stuttgart, Germany; doing my show in my "Colonel-Klink-German Language-Course" German, with a pretty good edge, when I noticed a guy break into my circle, Mediterranean complexion, ratty dreadlocks, exploded bluejeans, the remains of a shirt, and a broken umbrella he'd obviously nabbed from the garbage.
He stands in front of me, wordless, but reeking of booze. I ask him in German to stand aside. No response. I ask him in English. No response. I try French, Spanish, Dutch, Italian...desperate, I think I even tried Japanese...nothing.
I took out a piece of chalk and drew a line at the edge, and motioned for him to stand behind it. He finally walked over and sat in front of it, inside the circle, but out of my way. Cool. I continued my show. Then I noticed I was getting some laughs in the wrong place, like in the middle of a joke. I turned around and the guy was standing right behind me, making faces or something.
I sent him back to his place. He went obligingly. 60 seconds later, I'm regaining my momentum, and the laughter again is misplaced. Same thing. I sent him back. This happened 4 or 5 times when finally I made him sit down, and I drew a chalk circle around him and motioned for him to stay in his own, personal chalk circle.
Things went fine for about 5 minutes, I finally got things running with some good momentum, and then again the misplaced laughter start up. I look behind me, and he's not there. Then I look down, and I see he's got his own piece of chalk, drawing a circle around ME!!!
I was floored.
A side note: my normally 35 minute show became a 60-minute show because of the various shenanigans, and it had drizzled rain on and off throughout this show. One of my bigger hats, and I think I have this apparently Portuguese drunk to thank for it.
--Rich
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