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Dancing babies always create a crowd.
Performing with passing Hare Krishnas was a little wild.
Drunk people who want to join in can create an interesting scene.
But my wildest moment on the street was when a guy screamed at me to shut up and kicked my case, scattering coins. He was really angry. Maybe I woke him up. But no matter, I wielded my ukulele like a weapon and did Bruce Lee sounds and kicked the air and the guy also punched and kicked the air and we took up the whole public square kicking and jabbing and dancing around with our little show but finally the guy fled. It had been a little slow until that moment but then a stream of people tipped me.

I was invited to play just one song for a Blues Night gig and it was gong to be my first appearance on stage. When I arrived I discovered my one song would be the very last song of the night and so being a little nervous I drank beer for four hours until it was my turn to appear on stage at which time I was giggly snickery drunk.
It was a simple tune and at first everybody was clapping time and cheering but then it went silent and it took me a moment to realize that my ukulele was playing never-before-played chords that didn't match my singing and then a piano player jumped up on the stage to rescue me but his piano couldn't save me and I left the stage still giggling while one or two people clapped very slowly. I wasn't embarrassed at that moment because... beer... but the next day my head was buried in my hands.

My mom got me a ukulele when I was 12, living in Hawaii. I learned three chords and played them over and over and then my ukulele mysteriously disappeared.
I got my next ukulele 45 years later as a birthday present. Now I have several ukuleles, each with a special purpose: for busking, gigging, sitting on the sofa, lying in bed, for camping or going to the beach or generally anywhere.
I hate being without a ukulele.