“I’m a stand up comedian,” she says, waiting for the inevitable reaction of disbelief from people. Midge supposes that she is working, even if gigs are sporadic and one of her steady sources of income is being the hostess of the show at a burlesque club. (Her clothing stays on.)
“Wait… I think I’ve seen you before,” one of the men says. “Mrs. Maisel, right?”
“That’s me,” Midge admits with a smile. Her stage name will always be a tribute to her ex-husband, whether she likes it or not.
“Hey, you’re pretty funny,” the man continues. “And uh… uncensored.”
“Until the cops show up,” Midge says, laughing to make a joke of it when it’s not a joke at all. She’s been arrested for obscenity twice.
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“Wait… I think I’ve seen you before,” one of the men says. “Mrs. Maisel, right?”
“That’s me,” Midge admits with a smile. Her stage name will always be a tribute to her ex-husband, whether she likes it or not.
“Hey, you’re pretty funny,” the man continues. “And uh… uncensored.”
“Until the cops show up,” Midge says, laughing to make a joke of it when it’s not a joke at all. She’s been arrested for obscenity twice.