I hate those random skin care ladies who chill in their little stalls in the middle of a shopping centre. They’re like a Jehovah’s witness but with a salary, no I do not have a spare moment to hear about the wonders of your shitty hand cream and no I do not want a pamphlet explaining the good graces your product can bless upon my skin.
But I will take a free sample though, not to use, just to take.