Like the Parental story below I can also vouch for the sales tactics of some of the street vendors in Asia some years back, as I once had to pretend to use a shop and then run out of the back because I would not buy a second painting.

My father was also rather plagued by sales people on the beach on a holiday, until it all came to a head after a day trip on a boat.

My Parents (who were in their early Sixties at the time) had a great time but then the weather started to close in on the return journey in a small boat and my Mother had unfortunately caught some sort of stomach bug so did not feel at all well. After an hour or two of being soaked by the choppy waters and with crippling bottom pains due to the boat crashing up and down they finally arrived.

At which point Dad staggered off the boat bent double and covered in salty water while my Mother desperately dug a hole in the sand to use as a toilet in the background.

As he staggered up the beach a merchant approached him and asked “Would he like to buy a watch?” to which my Dad (still bent double in agony) shouted: “Does it look like I want to buy a Bloody Watch!!”.