When I was a kid, my mom sold Avon (USA). Through her, I knew the local Avon District Representative/Super Seller/Distributor. This woman was an Avon selling MACHINE. She had all the catalogs, all the special offers. She made so much selling Avon, she could afford to keep the trunk (aka “boot”) of her car STUFFED with her customers’ regular orders and sell it on the spot rather than take catalog orders.

Which was fine and good until the day someone rear-ended her car at a stoplight. >.<

She cleaned it as best she could, but for months after, you couldn't get in that car without your being blinded by the fumes of a dozen different "slaps and stinks" as you put it.