((You're wandering idly along the sidewalk on a boring weekend. You have some change left over after buying some market goods, so you store it in your pockets and march on down the road. You freeze up when a gentle finger taps your shoulder.))

It's a mime! She grins and hops back, showing you her hand before kicking a tip jar toward you. She imitates flicking a coin into the jar and points to you, expecting you to play along. The sign beside the jar reads 'Marie the Mime, toss me a dime!'