August 1-5, The Comic Strip
"Once, years ago, I was in a club in Hollywood when I was heckled by a blind person in the front row. Most comics would be wary of challenging a person with a disability, but I grew up with a mother who was blind.
“So I said to the heckler: ‘The nerve of you, sir, to have no sight and take a front-row seat.’ I told the audience that growing up, we called my mother’s blindness a ’specialty‘ because of her keen ability to hear me going through her purse or find me when I ditched school. She’d lash me with her fold-out cane, rivaling the likes of Bruce Lee.
“I explained to the heckler that the real unmitigated gall wasn’t the insults, but that with his exquisite hearing, he could tell if I let out the tiniest of farts. I didn’t appreciate having a sonar system sitting in the front row. The crowd fell out and one of the strangest situations was diffused.”