A very long time ago (1980’s) me and two friends had a band and decided to spend a day busking at a local suburban shopping precinct as a way to get experience playing in front of others.
Another busker approached us and wanted to fight us because we were apparently taking money from him and he had a family at home to feed. Being the considerate teenagers we were we politely informed him that if he indeed had a family to feed at home then he might consider getting a real job and being a bit more of a responsible adult!
I still can’t figure out why he wanted a fight
We then moved to another part of the town centre and set up outside a plant shop run by a local fashion model of some repute. After about half an hour she came out and said to us
“Boys, I think you’ve had your fun and now it might be time to pack up and go home”
In other words; stop putting off my customers and piss off! She was a pretty classy lady and was very nice about it though.
And so ended my career as a busker :dood: