Road Stories – Second Installment

Years ago (very early in my career), I was working at a club in San Antonio, TX. 

At the time, it was a club I worked frequently and over time was
able to build a great audience through “word of mouth”. 

One night the club was packed and I had more than 20 deeply hypnotized Volunteers on stage. 

At one point in the show I decided to do a bit on regression (suggesting to the volunteers

that they would drift back in time getting younger and younger). 

I suggested the volunteers drift back to the age of roughly 5 years old. 

We did a few different bits with the volunteers as young kids.                                                                                                                   One of the volunteers (a male aprox 30 years old) who was one of the most active

and deeply hypnotized people on stage, almost immediately after

opening their eyes asked if he could go to the bathroom. I didn’t really think it

through, but wanting to responsive to his request I said, “yes go to the bathroom,

and just come on back to this chair when you’re done”.

With that he gets up, heads off stage and walks towards the bathroom.
He is gone for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, etc as the show continues to roll on.

After being gone for about 20 minutes the manager comes up to the stage holding a note

for me. Grabbing the note, I quickly read it to myself – The volunteer who left the stage

to go to the bathroom is still in the bathroom. He is in a stall with the door closed 

and his pants down around his ankles and he’s yelling “Wipe Me”.
At this point I’ve all but stopped the show as I read the note. I can tell the audience is a bit curious, but there’s no way I’m going to share the information. 

The manager looked at me and whispered, “What are you going to do about this”?

Talking (off mic) I said, “since I still have a stage full of volunteers, I can’t leave the stage.

So, I guess you’re going to need to go in there and take care of this”.

He looked at me and I could tell he was not happy, but he also knew I couldn’t leave the volunteers and he wasn’t able to take my place on stage. 

With that, he headed to the bathroom and I continued on with the show. 

A short time later the volunteer emerged from the bathroom, got back on stage and 

continued to participate in the show. 

Once the show was over, I went up to the manager to ask him how he handled the situation.

I’m not sure if he was angry, confused, amused, or something else. He looked at me 

and said, “Well, I wasn’t going to go in the stall and wipe him! So, I stood outside the

stall and I talked him through it. I don’t know if he did a good job or not, but it’s 

the best I could do”. 
It all worked out, but it was definitely a “note to self” moment!

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