My Tarnished Lobe

Once, at the end of a show, an older woman came up to me, pulled my head down (she was only 4 feet 8 inches tall) and then proceeded to bite my right earlobe. 

Apparently, she loved the show so much she couldn't contain her excitement. 

After wiping off my wet-with-spittle earlobe with my shirt, I discovered a new barometer for a great show was born.

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