ComedyView: It’s Hot
By Felicia Aleman
Hello, hello, hello. It’s August, it’s hot, I’m over summer and want my hair dry. You too? Go to a show–air conditioning is included with admission. Might I suggest you check out an open mic? Open mics are a place where anyone can show up and try comedy and established comics work new material. Two years ago I burned up the road and gave up sleep to go to the Bay and Sacramento. Now, 209 comics can stay close to home. There are monthly open mics in Patterson at Francesca’s run by Jeff Moreno, Stockton at Finnegan’s run by Saul Trujillo and Modesto at St. Stan’s Brewing. Weekly we have the Clarion run by Jimmie Menezes and the old standby Queen Bean every Sunday in Modesto. Check out the events section for details. Did I leave your event out? Find me and let me know.
After I started my story last month I found out there are people reading my column and some of them aren’t even related to me. Last month we introduced our narrator and their love interest and mentioned how they were brought together by their Aunt Carol who wasn’t really their aunt, so it’s not creepy. This month, The Meet.
Self-serve gas stations are not for everyone. There’s a lot that can happen. At this point, you’d expect examples of gas station disasters, but I’m not that kind of narrator. Use your imagination. Why should I have to do all the work?
It could have been a day like any other, with your narrator pulling in with smoke under the hood, fumes in the tank and head in the clouds, but today the narrator decided to be a mechanic.
To most, cars are a mystery and opening a car hood is losing a Pandora’s box of questions. I wonder what that does? Is the engine supposed to be that dirty? That probably needs fluid, I wonder what kind. Your narrator is no exception and foolishly removed the radiator cap.
Flipping the release on the radiator cap sent a geyser-worthy fountain of boiling hot anti-freeze into the air. The narrator barely registered the severity of this error until she was shoved away by the shell of a man who would then begin to yell at her. “Hey lady, what were you thinking? You just squirted radiator juice all over my car. Oh crud, you ok?”
