I used to think extreme modesty was the only way to go. If someone complimented a good set I did, I would say something along the lines of, “It was a good crowd.” I thought I would sound conceded if I agreed. I’ve stopping doing that. Now, if I have a good set and someone compliments me, I smile graciously and say thank you and let myself feel good about it. I work very hard at what I do and I feel that shifting the credit to something else diminishes my hard work. (Conversely, if I have a bad set, I have no one to blame but myself.) Naturally, I love getting compliments but the one I got last week took the cake as far as a new-to-me way to get one.A drunk and disorderly patron was in the process of being ejected from the club. He was standing in the hallway arguing, being loud and shouting insults at the club and its staff. In the mayhem, I and some other comics peaked our heads out into the hallway to see what this awful person looked like. He caught sight of me and, enraged and red-faced, surrounded by the club staff and the bouncers and servers, he pointed at me and screamed, “YOU! YOU WERE FUNNY!” I, cartoon-like, looked to my right, looked to my left, pointed at myself and mouthed, “Me?” He screamed, “YEAH, YOU! FUNNY!” and then he was thrown from the club. A drunken, angry, disruptive freak in mid-club-ejection thinks I’m funny? That’s a new one but I’ll take it. I smiled graciously and said thank you.