Marsha Maung:: Freelance graphic designer and writer

It was blatantly obvious that the group of people were up to no good. No name tags, no introduction nothing. I was thankfully in need of the loo (very URGENT one at that) and hurried off with a 'No, thanks" when a young woman came forth and said, "Miss, can you spare one minute for a market survey we're conducting?". She had a small notepad in hand.

1. You think that small notepad is going to fill in all the thing that you want to know?
2. Where are your questions?
3. I've just been 'attacked' by some other 'customer/market survey' people this morning and I am not holding my breath for another one.

I scurried off to the loo. When I came out, I tried to find another route back to ToysRus, but there was none, so, I had to keep my head low and tiptoe back to the area. Unfortunately, another chinese man came bustling up to me, and went on and on and on in Mandarin. I shook my head but to no avail. He went on.

Then the same girl who approached me the first titme 'came to my rescue'. I agreed to one minute.

"We're doing a market research. What kind of skin care products or cleanser are you using?"
"Body Shop"

This is where the market survey ends. The following is just a sales pitch.

"Oh, have you tried **** before?"
I have not but said, "Yes, I have"
"Which one?"
Is it any of your stupid business? "All of them"
"Do you want a free facial?"
By whom? You? No thanks. You have zits all over your face and I don't have. So, if you were any good, you'd be the one without zits and I with.
"No thanks"
"It's free. Very near", she continued in chopping Ching-lish
"NO THANKS"
"Can I have your phone number or email address?"
Over my dead body. "No thanks"
"Thank you very much"
"You're absolutely very welcome, Miss. By the way, my name is Marsha if you're interested."

I guess she wasn't because she was already looking for her next target.