Locking Out The Hecklers

This is a late post about one of my most disruptive comedy experiences ever.

When: Last Wednesday
The Place: Mill Creek, WA
The Bar: The Jet
The Booker: (Friend and Comic) Andrew Rivers

The Set up: Stage too tall,lighting inconsistent, One TV left on so that the peeps in the back could watch "The Ultimate Fighter" while facing me as if they were watching the show. (This made for Group reactions with terrible timing).

The Problem: Bar to the right with not one or two but FOUR, in a row, inordinately stupid and drunk "trying to help" hecklers with really bad comedy instincts.

The Catalyst: An impatient and lately becoming spoiled ME.

The rhythm we were in for 30 of the 90 minutes I did my job was as follows.
Bash heckler,  joke, joke, cheer (to TV in back), joke, heckle, bash different heckler, REPEAT.

After about 30 minutes they mixed up the order and lost me. I proceeded to lock one heckler couple outside on the smoking patio in full view of the audience. Then I had the bouncer (who had multiple facial tatoos) kick out another heckler. Then the first couple came back looking confused about the locked door. They began knocking until I let them in. I told them that that other dude who had been kicked out did it and that's why we had to ask him to leave.  They bought it and kept heckling anyway.

In the end everyone was very happy except the guy who was dragged out saying "Dude why did you do that to your face? ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I CAN WALK TYSON"

Every once in a while you gotta ride the lightening or you won't even know when the sky is clear!
Collin