A comedian asks for a volunteer….

NatashaWhen attending a comedy show, always be prepared for the headliner to have to use the restroom halfway through the set.

When this happens, they will ask for a volunteer from the audience to vamp for two minutes (“Does anybody have a talent?”)

Always raise your hand.

If someone asks for volunteers, just do it. Don’t think twice.

Raise. Your. Hand.

Especially if said comedian asking for a volunteer is Natasha Leggero.

If you are quick on your feet and offer Leggero a helping hand, good things may happen to you.

It also helps to be sitting in the first or second row.

Sometime after you got on stage, made a joke no one will remember after 5 minutes and Natasha returned, she will come come back to you and ask if you’re single.

When you answer yes, she’ll bring you on stage and begin asking the women in the audience any of them would desire going out to dinner with the man paid for by her.

After a few awkward moments, a cute girl named Shelby will emerge from the shadows to be exposed to public scrutiny.

Then Natasha will make consecutive phone calls – on stage –  to Applebees to unsuccessfully make a reservation (“Do you have fountains they can sit next to?”).

The whole episode ends with Natasha first asking Shelby if she has any questions for the young man.

“Have you ever tried to kill someone?”

“Only with kindness.”

The crowd will love this response.

Then Natasha hands Shelby a napkin to write her phone number on and give to you.

What happens next? Love? Happiness? A family of four?

Who knows?

Unless you didn’t raise your hand. Then you go home, sit on your couch and write a blog about how another guy named Daniel did raise his hand.

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About Daniel McFadin

NASCAR writer for NBCSports.com. Former Sporting News intern. Graduated from IUPUI in Indianapolis with a master in sports journalism in 2014 and from Arkansas State University in 2013 with a degree in Journalism. Originally from Lewisville, Texas, now in Fort Worth. Ask me if I like Star Wars. I dare you.
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