The Amazing Randy

While attending college in Philadelphia, I tried my hand at street performing in an established street performing area. After I started my show, a police officer arrived and crossed his arms and proceeded to watch me intently. I thought I was in trouble for the duration of my show. The officer allowed me to finish performing, pass the hat, collect about six dollars in tips, and then approached me. He said "You're not bad, but this is private property. You need a permit." I took my six bucks, declared victory, had a cheese steak, and never street performed again.