Juggling

The light changed and Hiram stepped out into the crosswalk. He had been juggling for maybe five seconds when one of the drivers honked and beckoned him over.
“Enough!” the man yelled. “I’ve seen enough! One hundred dollars!”
Angry at being made fun of, Hiram did not stop. The bowling pins whirled faster around his lanky head.
“No really! Come on over!”
The clock in his head was ran out and he started down the line of cars. When he got to the shouter, he held his hand out.
To his infinite surprise, the man handed him a single Franklin.