When I was a youngster in San Francisco, I was a Boy Scout. Often the troop leaders would come up with an idea for us to raise money for the troop. Unfortunately, it always involved going door to door, selling something that absolutely no one wanted.
One item was jars of hard candy, at $1 a jar. A few were sold, but not really a great deal. One obvious reason that we usually never sold most of the junk they sent us out with was that it was a lousy product, and we were selling it for more than the local supermarket.