As a comedian, I have been lucky enough to provide laughter to American soldiers stationed far from home.
In October, 2005, I traveled to Afghanistan.
“Just give them a good show, sweetie. You never know who’ll be in the audience.”
Those words are sounding inside me as I stare uncomfortably at the doe-eyed woman I have been conversing with. A petite 5-foot-nothing, she is charmingly pretty, and starting to tear up as she struggles to express herself. Unfortunately, everything has grown awkward quickly, mainly due to my inability to take a hint, be even marginally aware of my surroundings, or have any grace whatsoever when it comes to the verbal ballet necessary when emotions are involved.
I hate being so dense.