Just Another Embarrassing Moment

This past Monday night, I was talking to an audience member after the show at the Punchline in Atlanta, Georgia, when she asked for my email address. Since I had run out of business cards, I told her I would would write the information on a piece of paper.

As she turned to talk to my husband, I picked up my small, black leather backpack and began looking for the pad and pen I always carry with me. The house lights were dimmed so I couldn't see inside, but I knew approximately where they should be.

Nothing. I opened up the inside pouch...not there either. I began taking everything out of its proper place in a frantic attempt to locate a writing implement. Nothing still.

Then I realized my wallet was missing. Panic ensued. Then I realized my cell phone was missing. Even more panic and even more ensuing. Then I realized... it wasn't my small, black leather backpack.

It belonged to the woman I was talking to. My small, black leather backpack was behind the bar.

Since she was busy talking to my husband during my search, she didn't see me violate her personal space. I could have just put the bag down and pretended it never happened. Instead, I confessed and laughed heartily.

Oh yeah, I did find a pen. And I forgot to give it back. So, technically, I snatched a woman's purse and stole her property.

Had this happened outside of a comedy club, I may have actually been arrested.