Not seen this polish thing yet (thankfully) but it reminds me of the guys that hang out at the traffic lights in the tron. No matter what you say to them, they insist on spraying their filthy water from their little water sipper bottles onto your windscreen, and then attempt to smear it all around with a grit covered, clapped out squeegee.
Except this one time, when I saw that i was going to be front of the queue at the lights, so I made sure to stop a couple of metres shy of the designated spot. Sure enuff dude wanders back to me, I say "NO", the Moll says "NO" from the passenger seat, and of course he starts to squirt his little bottle of filth. I bang on the loud pedal and lurch forward one of those metres. His pants are now wetter than my windscreen.
Later I felt a little guilty, cos I probably could have hurt him, but oh well..
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