Over twenty years ago, when I was much much younger, I worked in lush in a branch in a London station. I lasted about two weeks. Whilst there was a steady flow of customers and you didn't have to entice people to come in, you really did have to speak to each and every one. A greeting was not enough, you were expected to start a conversation. It was ridiculous. Someone would say they had to catch a train and staff were still trying to engage them in an inane conversation about bath bombs.
Weirdly, the other staff seemed not to find this awkward and there were lots of staff for such a tiny shop. I remember there was much talk of how we were a family and all that bollocks. One day I just didn't go in. I couldn't.