I was working at the comedy club on Saturday night when this charming woman came to talk to me. And by charming, in this particular instance, I mean "painfully annoying."

She had a problem with the club's "secret policy" of making you buy two drinks during the show. This was a "secret policy" because, apparently, they only put "TWO DRINK MINIMUM" on two signs inside the club, a sign on the door of the club, on the tickets she used to get into the club, and announced it while she entered the club. They did not, as she would have apparently preferred, tattoo it to her forehead or spell it out in flaming letters on the stage.

Anyway, her argument against the two-drink minimum was as follows:

"But I'm only ONE person. How could I have TWO drinks when I'm only ONE person."

Now the first seven-hundred sixty-four times she said this to me, it sounded like a pretty crappy argument.

But by time number seven-hundred sixty-five, she started to sell me. I actually found myself thinking,

"Yeah, you ARE only one person. God, this policy is RIDICULOUS. What the hell is WRONG with this club?"

So what I've learned is that, apparently, I'll buy anything if you say it to me repeatedly for a long enough period.


On a completely unrelated note, I'm really starting to think there ARE weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.