Wandering a street of small buildings (some housing offices of stamp dealers) in New York, many with storefront shops, I stopped at the window of a shop that offered an amazing variety of cheap gadgets, souvenirs, and gift(?) items. The storekeeper, standing near the door, said go away, you aren't going to buy anything from me, and waved me off. Rather taken aback, I said yeah, it's the worst lot of junk I've ever seen.
He said come in and I'll show you worse. Somehow attracted, I could use a couple of items as jokes when I returned home, I went in. Soon, I was seated in a chair with a glass of tea, which was welcome, my feet were tired. We had a nice chat.