It’s Rhubarb Lady meets Educated Metro-North Lady. “You suck! You’re a no-talent piece of shit!” yells the very upset man at the street musician. “You’re a disgrace! How dare you come down here and do this! Who do you think you are?” He has more. “You’re no artist! An artist respects the silence that serves as the foundation for creativity.”
“I walked Bob Dylan up onstage. Who the fuck are you? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966. Who the fuck are you? You’re nothing!”
And who are you, sir?
“I’m an NYU film school graduate, sucka!” Well, in that case …