Robin and the Heckler

Robin will approve this post since it’s about him. Probably.

This is a continuation of yesterday’s post when I wrote about the “Real Heckler No. 2” I encountered in Brampton.

As I mentioned, it was a fairly large crowd. The environment was kind of rowdy, but fun.

The heckler, an older man, had made some comments during other peoples’ sets, and pretty much got into his full heckling glory during my performance.

Robin does not like hecklers. I think I can say that with certainty. His body language when a heckler is in the room is similar to mine when I see a raccoon in the city at night. I have to stop and assess whether it might attack.

As it happened, Robin first encountered the heckler while they were both in the washroom. While Robin was performing a bodily function. And parts of Robin’s body that seem very important to a man were vulnerable and exposed. And the heckler started to talk to Robin at the urinal.

There are certain things that Robin considers part of the “man code.” One of which, an important one, is “don’t talk to Robin at the urinal.” Presumably because Robin would prefer not to have to assess just how friendly other men might want to be while key parts of his body are vulnerable and exposed.

So when Robin got on stage immediately after this somewhat over-friendly encounter, Robin had a lot to say to this particular dude.

It’s hard to capture just what Robin said, but if you can imagine Robin being on stage and providing counsel to the heckler such as: “man, I was just in the washroom, at the urinal, and you come in, and start talking to me, and that is NOT OKAY!”

And Robin continued to direct his comments to this dude in a way that suggested that this older, (probably straight but you never know), man was coming on to Robin at the urinal, and Robin did NOT enjoy that.

And that was hilarious, especially as it turned out that the heckler was the owner of the bar, and he was surrounded by a bunch of his buddies, who thought it was awesome that he got called out.

The heckler in particular thought it was hilarious and completely doubled over with laughter. It’s possible he spit out some of his drink.

And of course, Robin continued to have a good set.

And that friends, is the story of Robin and the heckler, and also how Robin did better with the heckler than me. Although, in my defence, no one was interested in seeing my private parts alone in the bathroom, so Robin had an advantage really Nah…Robin just did better with him.