or, the phenomenon where you’ve NEVER had that feeling before!!! (sorry, my favorite George Carlin joke). Anyway, it’s really deja vu when, after concluding an inspiring historical tour of a thousand-year-old-or-more monument, you are whisked into a side room full of fabrics, offered tea and given a shpiel you’ve heard at least 3 times in the past 3 days, with assistants in tw to roll out the different pieces in eye-battingly rapid successsions.
Difference between the wall hanging biz here and the carpet biz in Turkey? It’s Indian “chai” and not apple tea. But the disdain when you say you will think about it is universal.