When I was young and naive having just bought my first house (many years ago!), we were doorstepped by an unscrupulous stone cladding saleman (remember them?!).
He made an appointment with my (then) husband (also very young and naive!)to come round later that night...
He stayed ALL EVENING, sitting in our living room trying to sell us hideous stone cladding for the front of our terraced house for £2000.
This was the eighties - we only paid £17500 for the house in the first place! We were very poor. We had no furniture (at all!) apart from a bamboo settee that should have been in a conservatory, no carpet, no heating, nothing.
Surely this bloke could see that we just couldn't afford it, and that we had a better use for the £2000 than to buy stone cladding from him!

He did the usual things - offer us a 'discount' so we'd act as 'advertising', ring his 'boss' to reduce the price - and this is 11 o'clock at night! He just wouldn't leave until we signed up. We cancelled the agreement the next day.

It still makes me mad thinking about how this salesman had tried to take advantage of a young couple who clearly had no money...
