You wander over to the figure juggling on the unicycle who, as it turns out, is a cute prepubescent boy of no more than twelve years. (Or so you guess; it could very well be that he’s one of those very young-looking men in their thirties or something.) Nevertheless, he wields impressive skill, almost to the point of being mesmerizing.
Next to the juggling unicyclist boy lies a black top hat with coins and small bills in it, accompanied by a cardboard sign displaying the words "tips make me juggle better" in a barely legible childish scrawl. The boy stares down at you mid-juggle with bright blue, pleading eyes, almost reading your mind.
