While working a Fourth of July event:
So there I was, a weird little clown chugging around on a weird little mutant tricycle.
A guy walks up to me and says, "Nice bike. Give it to me."
I politely said no.
He asked, "Why not?"
Without thinking, I blurted out, "At the moment, This is my means of production. To seize it would be Marxist, and that wouldn't really fit the theme of the day."
He gave me a somewhat confused fist bump and left me to my weirdness.