The booth next to ours sells grooming products for beards, and the salespeople who work there seem to accost anyone, sometimes whether they have a beard or not.
Like this family - mother, father, two kids - that the salesman has buttonholed, insisting that he has some grooming product they need, whether for themselves or someone they know.
"Wait, can I buy a beard?" the small daughter asks, all wide-eyed and faux-astonished.
When the salesman grumpily admits that no, she can't actually buy a beard, she nods solemnly and says, "Mmmhmm."