Last night we went to a time share presentation thanks to our friend, Eric Josephson, who gave them our phone number. We went peacefully, and like everyone else, fully intending not to purchase. Half of the salesmen had gone to high school with us, and they were really nice to us right from the beginning. We knew that what we had prepared for the hard core pressure at the end. Well, after the private meeting and the presentation and the movie, then came the moment we'd been prepping for... ... ... it never came.
After a while the guy said, 'I can tell I'm not getting anywhere with you guys. I'll have someone come and give you your free gift.'
He wasn't kidding either. We got our gift and left.
Are we different? According to everyone we've talked to the answer is, yes. Why didn't they put us in a dark room with only one light with a Mexican smoking a cigar staring at us? Why did I leaving without crying from the rude salesman's pressure?
Who knows? But we're happy and best of wishes to all of you when you do it. If you're reading this, we probably gave them your phone number.
Just kidding. Or am I? I guess you'll find out when the phone rings.
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