time shared

Last night I got a call from a woman offering me something… I couldn’t understand her and said […]

Last night I got a call from a woman offering me something… I couldn’t understand her and said so, and was quickly handed over to her manager, John. John had the sweet soft voice of a thai waitress, and explained to me I had won a trip to one of three fabulous destinations, airfare and hotel included, and I just had to choose between Las Vegas, Cancun Mexico and New Orleans

Me: “New Orleans!”
John; “yes, and…”
Me: “you do realize it isn’t exactly a fabulous destination right now”
John: “Well, I’ve heard there has been some flooding”
Me: “There are dead bodies in the streets.” (I had been just reading the Times and was excitable)
John: “um, well, (returning to spiel) you can take this vacation up to a year from when you accept.”

I passed on the chance to be sold a time share, although part of me wonders what would have happened if I had accepted New Orleans and asked to go next week. Would the salesmen have braved the National Guard to show me a sodden house with a “river view”?