So, the other day I was playing Times Square when this dude walked up and listened to me while leaning against a post. I played a Bach cello prelude and caught a few glimpses of him as he watched. He was kind of a hefty fellow and looked a lot like many of the opera singers I've met over the years. So, when I finished the piece I said to him, "Can I ask you a really random question?"
He goes, "Yeah, sure."
"Are you an opera singer?" I asked.
He smiled and said, "Nope."
"Darn," I replied, making an 'aw shucks' facial expression. Then I followed that with something like, "You know, sometimes I think I'm totally psychic and can tell what type of instrument someone plays just by looking at them. Or I can tell if they're a singer or a composer. I mean, some of the time I see someone and right away I can tell that they're a pianist. Perhaps it's got something to do with how they look. Their squirrely little faces or just the fact that they usually just look like huge douchebags."
He responds with, "I'm a pianist."