I had this chap knock my door this morning, doing market research. Very nice gentleman that took about an hour asking what internet provider and other stuff like how much i smoked.
He had a strange reqeust and asked if he could have my empty tobacco pouch. And gave me a 10 pound “love to shop” prepaid card.
The schizophrenic in me then wondered if it was a setup and they wanted my DNA cos they knew i was an angel. WTF? Good job i had clarity of mind - to dismiss that rubbish.
Supposed to be emailed a questionaire and they are gonna pay me £25.
Seemed legit - and the cards got money on it.
If they are gonna pay me - i will happily sit here and answer questions all day long lol.