A few weeks ago, while performing in Boston, I asked a woman sitting up front how much she weighed. Since she didn't want her boyfriend to know, I had him put his fingers in his ears while she told me, "I weigh 135." When the boyfriend removed his fingers, I told him, "She weighs 115."
A few minutes later, when she refused to answer another one of my highly inappropriate and overly personal questions, I leaned close to the boyfriend and said, "It's really 135."
Hilarity ensued.
Last night, I tried to recreate the magic, only this time the confused female audience member put her fingers in her own ears while she gave me the figure.
I died laughing.
She was a good sport.
That's why I love doing crowd work.
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