Just before we got married, we were shopping around for furniture one hot sunny summer day. We saw a nice 3-piece suite in the window of a shop, and went in. We'd been in maybe 10 seconds and had just walked over to an armchair when an annoyed-looking sweaty middle-aged salesman who was wrestling with moving a dining table looked us up and down, made a decision about our spending power (we were dressed in jeans, old trainers and t-shirts) and barked: "That chair's £400, the sofa's £800 - got it?" We left.
Strangely, we heard the shop went out of business soon after.