Ha! I remember the trophy wives of movie stars and billionaires coming to my gallery openings, and they weren't dumb gold diggers at all - they'd buy Brett Weston prints across the street, and mine there. Brett himself came in. People with a lot of money don't necessarily have bad taste or want big ostentatious wall decor. That's more a thing where Mrs. Wartleschnatz in Peoria wins the state lottery, goes on a cruise ship, and buys a Lik picture to hang on the opposite side of the door from her precious black velvet Elvis rug.
At Lik's Lahaina gallery before the fire, the two sales people were young guys - very professional and no doubt well paid. They didn't know a damn thing about technique or image permanence (other than BS); but they did know how to dance around a conversation totally avoiding the word, "investment", yet heavily implying it. They knew how to keep a straight face and keep smiling with good humor if someone criticized what they were selling. Reeling in the tourist fish arriving on the cruise ship dock right across the shoreline boulevard is what they were expert at. Exactly the kind of salesmen I'd never want to represent my own work. People who know how to sell ANYTHING don't really understand anything well either. They don't have the right background.
I've never sold a print to a tourist in my entire life, even in a notable tourist town. There's nothing wrong with that; but I'd hope that something a lot more arresting would be present in a print, lending it some special quality rather than being just another stereotypical example of big indoor wall bait.