Carl the Knife Thrower
Carl could barely conceal his rage when his date Ingrid declined to join him on stage for the knife throwing portion of his show. It was open mic night at the Grande Deluxe and Carl had lugged his human-sized spinning target all the way from uptown.
“Any other volunteers, then?” Carl carped in the general direction of the audience, “Since my date doesn’t seem to trust me.” He did a belly laugh to reassure everyone of his sense of humor but threw in a sideways glance toward Ingrid for good measure. The audience was silent. Carl put a hand up to shield his eyes from the stage lights and frowned over toward the bar. The mic buzzed. The bartender caught sight of his baleful face and she ducked slowly behind the beer taps.
“So much for my grand finale then,” muttered Carl. He slipped his knives into his apron and walked frontways off the stage, through the audience, and stumbled out the front door into the night. Next up was a comedian who absolutely killed.
