Since DS inherited our big gold sofa and patterned chair we have started looking for a replacement. We went to a furniture store tonight, where we mostly tried to avoid being stalked by the salesman. We differentiated between a "check in" where he would actually talk to us and a "fly-by" where he quickly walked in our vicinity but pretended he didn't see us. Two fly-bys equalled a check in. We were getting kind of annoyed with him but then I suddenly had a question and he kindly tossed us three bottles of water to drink, so we figured we were even.
When we left without buying anything, though, he looked a little hurt. I mean, he gave us water and everything.