I set up a chair at the C.N.E. and photographed people for $2 a pop.
I took a picture of a man with one arm. He wanted a discount.
I took a picture of a woman and her son. She tipped.
Then there was the guy in the character costume. Some kind of leopard. You'd never believe what he tried to pay me with.
Everybody wanted to pay something different. I started pointing at my sign belligerently. "Two bucks!" I'd say.
Couldn't they read? Didn't they understand? When I want something for something, that's what I want. And nothing else.