Surviving a Timeshare Ambush
Part 3: Wait, What Just Happened…?
6 min readMar 8, 2018
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After tolerating (mystifyingly) hours of relentless sales pressure and a brief moment of clarity from a bathroom-stall-prayer, I walked outside, and reluctantly moved in the direction of the war room. That’s when I noticed something undeniable.
It was bloody hot! Really awful. I was standing right in front of the water, and it felt like a boiler room. For the first time, I heard these words pinging inside my head: I don’t like it here. I walked back into the sales office, and shockingly, I communicated truthfully. “It’s really hot out there at the waterfront, and …why aren’t there any people here…laying outside, on the beach, walking around, at the restaurant?”
