That's right. We went on one of those time-share trips where you listen for 90 minutes to the sales spiel, say "No thanks" and go on to enjoy the rest of your mini-vacation. Only we didn't get off so easily.
Ninety minutes grew into four hours, we were driven from one holiday resort to another, taken back and forth to the sales office, said "No" in as many ways as we possibly could and grew so weary and confused that we forgot where we were and where we parked our car.
I told my husband it reminded me of the wrestling matches I watched on television with my dad when I was a little girl. There would be special tag-team matches with two, two-man teams. When one wrestler grew weary he would fight his way to his corner and slap the hand of his tag-team partner whereupon that man jumped in and our weary warrior stepped out to regroup.
But there was always one team who would fight dirty.
We were not that team.
No less than three salesmen tried to befriend us and find our weak spots, wearing us down to the point where we would sign on the dotted line. One salesman even inferred that I didn't care enough for my husband because by saying no, I was not allowing him enough relaxation time so he might have a heart attack and die.
I'm not kidding.
I'll spare you all the details, but in the end we said "NO" and stuck with it. But I'd love to share a piece of advice. If you ever decide you want to buy a time-share, just keep saying "NO." You would not believe just how low a price we finally got them to offer, just by being stubborn.