There’s a man, his wife, a truck, and a whole lot of vegetables. And they mean business. The man, let’s call him the Potato Pimp, parks his truck outside of apartment buildings and homes and rings his bell like an ice-cream man, but it’s potatoes and veggies that he’s peddling. In Berlin they were a bit more subtle and would ring the doorbell. The Potato Pimp is all about show, which is good because he never manages to sell much. We also have a door-to-door honey guy. The thing is, you can only buy a year’s supply at a time. Give me Girl Scout cookies any day!