Naive and innocent-looking as I am, I frequently become the target of pesky people lining the highstreet who try and push me to buy insurance, a day of paintballing and a makeover. Only last week during my lunch break, as soon as I left the library I was affronted my a guy trying to sell me a promotional beauty offer from a new salon. Unable to display rudeness (which is a great asset in modern day living), I stayed to listen to his spiel, instead of walking away. Needless to say, after 25 minutes of him alternating between flirting and telling me that I have acne, I was sufficiently flustered enough to pay out £55. Yup, I'm a pushover. But he was a great con-artist though.