'Hello dear, did you buy anything interesting while you were out?'
'I did actually? I snapped up an overpriced non-yet-built apartment from a bloke who stopped me in the street.'
'Oh, lovely. Anything else? Did you remember to pick up some milk?'
'No. Forgot. But I did put a deposit on some unused out-of-town warehouse space which a salesmen told me was a great opportunity.'
Does this ever happen? I suppose it must.
I was stopped by lethargic salesmen on three separate occasions today while walking down Gongti lu near Workers Stadium in Beijing.
Two of them had brochures; one had a laminated copy of the artist's impression of a new development in the Chaoyang district.
I happen to know the location he's flogging and I happen to know that it's a hole in the ground.
So I decided against making the biggest purchase of my life, partly because I hadn't got the cash on me and partly because I'm not clinically insane.
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