My husband and I bought boxing gloves. We come to the store, we stand, we choose. The Advisor (K) is the following:
Q: Do you want to help you choose?
I: Yes, how do I know what size is right for me?
Q: Well you dress and hit something, if you do not feel the pain and will not slip, then they fit.
Well, I didn't think long, the closest one and hit... Near was a husband, to whom I actually methyl on the shoulder, and accidentally got into the solar plexus. After listening to the compressed “KHEEEE” of a buyer who was bent in half, the consultant rounded his eyes, stepped back a few steps and gave me:
Q: You have such a beautiful coat.

I went to the same store last week. There appeared a sign "Please consultants do not test products".