I like to consider myself a caring person. However, when people come through the subways asking for money, I listen to my iPod and pretend not to hear them. Cold? Maybe. Heartless? Perhaps. Devastatingly hadnsome? Most definitely.
Anyway…
This system usually works for me. However today, someone came in with an acordion! That’s right, and acordion. I thought I was prepared. I thought I was strong enough. But once that acordion starting jamming, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
My jig was up.
Have your pocket change ready Mr. Hipster, I’m getting my tuba out and will start playing on the subways again this weekend!
–Jeff The Neck!
P.S. Note to Mom: I guess you were right, all those tuba lessons will pay off in the end…
I’ll do you one better. One time, on the fabulous R train, a clown got on, in full dress (red nose, crazy wig, big floppy shoes – you get the picture) and started to make balloon animals! I was ok w/ it until he pulled out his unicycle and tried to ride around on that. Needless to say, that didn’t work out very well. I doubt he got any money but he did get a huge round of applause. God Bless the MTA for making such entertainment free!
Why were you wearing a stethoscope?