I've just been sofa shopping with DH. In one of the shops it was like we were being stalked. I get that it is the saleman's job to be helpful and answer questions but this guy was extreme. Every time DH and I spoke he would jump in, it got to the point where I didn't feel as though I had room to think.
At one point we went to the bit upstairs, had a look at something - and there he was! im sure IABU, the man has to do a job but my goodness it was intrusive.