While recently vacationing in Maui, I became well-acquainted with the Maui Jim kiosks (or, to put it more precisely, roadblocks) littering the landscape. Inevitably, they were manned by some greasy-haired dude with leathery orange-tan skin who would pull out all the stops to get you to listen to his spiel about the wonders of Maui Jim sunglasses while simultaneously working the chamois cloth on your current pair of shades to get them looking like new again (to thank you for your troubles in stopping to listen, of course). Irony being that with my beat-up old sunglasses looking sparkly and new again- the thought of dropping a few hundred bucks on the Maui Jim pair became that much less appealing. Oh silly little, creepy sales guy.
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