I was shoved by a QB on yak
I lit Rodney Dangerfield's cigs a couple of times, stage front table and when Rodney asked my date for a light she was so excited she couldn't even spark up her own lighter, of course he started humiliating her so she handed it to me.
after the next comic finishes his set Rodney returns to stage, needs a light, leans toward Debbie, quickly insults her and then facetiously leans in toward me to spark up his cig.......
that would have been '79 or '80 and sitting @ the stage cost me $60, hadda slip $20 to the doorman/bouncer that got me past all the folks waiting outside on line (a line around the corner btw) and then $40 to the maitre d for a decent table. I guess it made good business sense to let better spenders in the door, once inside there was also a 'table minimum' posted depending on the size of the table, I believe it was a $29 minimum for two.
Jack Herer and Wavy Gravy.
And Mary Lou Retton.
(not all at the same time.)
that's wild mlr. loll