G' Day! I was sure I recall a thread dealing with this issue in this forum from eons ago, but a short search turned up nothing, so here goes a new one, triggered by an incident while shopping yesterday. I was browsing through the display of leather gloves in a department store when a young guy approached me and out of the blue asked me if he could ask me a personal question, which he promptly did. "What sort of beauty products do you use on your face??" OOOkay, I hesitated, so he asked again. I inquired why he needed to know this, so he asked me if I had ever heard of the Dead Sea.. I answered of course I had, which triggered the need to know if I had ever heard of Dead Sea Face Cream. Since I had run into salespeople for this product under similar circumstances in the past, I told him I had indeed heard of it, and there is no way I am interested in pursuing this matter any further. He asked if I knew how much salt is in the products I use.. SALT? I told him I neither know nor care, given I am not using it as a chip dip. He became a mite pizzed with me, "I traveled all the way from Israel to promote this product!" I told him I had to be out of the store in half an hour, and that I had no time for this. I had indeed been accosted by a rep from this firm a few years ago working out of a kiosk in a local shopping mall. This woman was extremely aggressive, followed me down the corridor demanding that, "I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" I found myself walking quite fast, almost running, to get away from her, heading straight to Customer Complaints.. She was gone quite soon after that. And then there was the bloke who met me at the door leading into a department store, demanding that I open a charge account.. NOT INTERESTED! He shoved the form and a pen in my face and began demanding answers to the questions on the form: What is my name? Address? Phone number? Other credit cards? I turned to walk away, and would you believe he SHOUTED after me, "COME BACK! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING??" Needless to say, my next step was in the direction of the Customer Service Counter. There! I'm done now.. Muriel!