Dressing up like a rock is the Mailtime of all street performances.You’re not performing music or dancing. You’re not one of those statues who paint themselves and stand perfectly still. You’re not even one of the Times Square characters that will pose for pictures and/or grope you a little bit.
You’re just a rock. Just a stone holding a vase of flowers barely moving your feet. I mean how terrible is your life that this is how you choose to spend a Sunday? I’d rather just be sitting on the street in the cold collecting filth and begging for money than be the dude panhandling as a rock. Like I could think of roughly 1,000,000 things Id rather do before buying a rock costume and dancing for strangers. God fucking damn it people. Why cant anybody in this city be normal? Why is everyone who lives here a total asshole? From the subway crocheters to the goddam Grand Central Rock I truly, sincerely hate all of you.
Shout out to @Kweegus for the tip