Just got back from a very nice weekend in Myrtle Beach. Had a great time. However, those of you who have been to Myrtle Beach can probably relate to this.
MB is LOUSY with these time share condo salesmen that crawl around everywhere, trying to get you to sign up to watch a presentation for their timeshares for 90 minutes in exchange for 100 bucks.
Not only does this sound like a scam, but nobody who thinks 90 minutes of their vacation time is worth only 100 bucks (excuse me, 50 bucks. They approach couples, so that's 50 a head) is in a place financially where they will be able to afford to buy a condo. I know I'm not. But I digress.
These people are like lice. They get on you and hold on like Grim Death. They chase you down the street begging you to sign up. I've actually reached a point in the past when one of them said "Hi, how are you today?" I would just flip the Rude Finger and keep walking. I mean, you can only take so much so many times a day, you know?
So here we are Saturday, trying to exit a restaurant after a very nice meal, when this broad comes INTO THE PLACE AS WE ARE LEAVING, and starts up.
She asks how was it, and I say "Fine, thanks, " and she starts in with her pitch. I scowl, cut her off, and say "No." And head for the door. My husband is not so lucky. He's behind me and far nicer than I am. I hold open the door and say "I said NO." She's still yammering on like a f ing idiot, saying "you don't have 90 minutes?" She was practically hanging onto his leg! He was trying to get out the door.
Really, I so wish I had told her how much 90 minutes freelance rates for the both of us, doubled on account of it was our vacation, would cost her. It would be a damn sight more than a hundred bucks. Gaaah... how come I can never think of this stuff when I need it?
Why, oh why oh WHY would a resteraunt allow that shit to go on? I just spent money with them, treated their staff well, cleaned up after my kid, and tipped the waitress very, very well for very good service. Why do I have to put up with that?
So I basically treated that chick like crap on my shoe. It didn't seem to deter her. Heck, I doubt a face full of pepper spray would have detered her.
I felt sort of sucky afterwards, but sheesh!
MB is LOUSY with these time share condo salesmen that crawl around everywhere, trying to get you to sign up to watch a presentation for their timeshares for 90 minutes in exchange for 100 bucks.
Not only does this sound like a scam, but nobody who thinks 90 minutes of their vacation time is worth only 100 bucks (excuse me, 50 bucks. They approach couples, so that's 50 a head) is in a place financially where they will be able to afford to buy a condo. I know I'm not. But I digress.
These people are like lice. They get on you and hold on like Grim Death. They chase you down the street begging you to sign up. I've actually reached a point in the past when one of them said "Hi, how are you today?" I would just flip the Rude Finger and keep walking. I mean, you can only take so much so many times a day, you know?
So here we are Saturday, trying to exit a restaurant after a very nice meal, when this broad comes INTO THE PLACE AS WE ARE LEAVING, and starts up.
She asks how was it, and I say "Fine, thanks, " and she starts in with her pitch. I scowl, cut her off, and say "No." And head for the door. My husband is not so lucky. He's behind me and far nicer than I am. I hold open the door and say "I said NO." She's still yammering on like a f ing idiot, saying "you don't have 90 minutes?" She was practically hanging onto his leg! He was trying to get out the door.
Really, I so wish I had told her how much 90 minutes freelance rates for the both of us, doubled on account of it was our vacation, would cost her. It would be a damn sight more than a hundred bucks. Gaaah... how come I can never think of this stuff when I need it?
Why, oh why oh WHY would a resteraunt allow that shit to go on? I just spent money with them, treated their staff well, cleaned up after my kid, and tipped the waitress very, very well for very good service. Why do I have to put up with that?
So I basically treated that chick like crap on my shoe. It didn't seem to deter her. Heck, I doubt a face full of pepper spray would have detered her.
I felt sort of sucky afterwards, but sheesh!
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