I don’t get “living statues.” I don’t see why standing still for hours is supposed to be entertainment. Yesterday, I was in Old Town Sacramento. It’s a crumbling, abandoned ghost town (which makes it like the rest of Sacramento). It was unbearably hot at midday, and I was walking with my son when we passed a living statue.
He’s painted silver, standing on a bucket, waiting while a crowd stared. A woman pulled a dollar bill from her purse and held it up to him.
“All I can find is a dollar. You’d better do something really great for a dollar.”
She put it in his bucket and he slowly raised one hand. Then he stopped. That was it.
I laughed my ass off. Well, what did she expect for a dollar? We started to walk away.
A man made a big deal about giving a dollar and the statue moved again, this time doing a dance. The man who gave him a dollar said something I couldn’t hear.
That’s when the living statue did something amazing. He reached into the bucket and said: “Take your dollars back. I’m not going to stand here and be scrutinized by people like you.”
Now that’s entertainment.