Yes, you were just passing by the shop, you didn't really think you'd end up like this, not when you were just minding your own business.

"Please just buy one pot, just one!" the little florist pleads, clinging onto your leg and not letting go - in fact, he clings tighter the more you resist.

"No one had bought a single one of my flowers this week, you have to buy one at least! Please!" the florist begs, whining on and on about that, and it's been 20 minutes already.