Tonight I am grateful that my wife is not the woman who was sitting behind me during last night’s Second City performance, failing to hear about a third of the punch lines and then asking her husband what they were after the fact.
I wanted to turn around and say:
- When you ask him to repeat a punch line, it is never as funny as it was a moment ago. Actually, it’s never funny at all because comedy hinges on timing and your husband is clearly not a funny man.
- When you ask him to repeat a punch line, you and your husband are now more likely to miss the next one.
- When you ask him to repeat a punch line, the half dozen people surrounding you are now required to listen to your husband repeat the punch line as well.
- The half dozen people surrounding you all hate you and hope your husband divorces you and marries someone much younger and smarter than you.