When he tried to sell it, he discovered a hundred other "owners" were trying to give theirs away for a single dollar just to escape the fees. Nobody was buying. He realized then that he hadn't bought a vacation; he’d bought a bill that would outlive him.
Arthur wasn't a man of leisure; he was a man of the bottom line. So, when a glossy flyer promised a "Luxury Coastal Retreat for the price of a dinner at Sizzler," he didn't see a red flag—he saw a loophole. cheap timeshare
"Oh, the purchase was cheap, Mr. Miller," the voice replied cheerfully. "But the property taxes, the roofing fund, the pool-cleaning surcharge, and the 'Atmosphere Enhancement Fee' are mandatory. It’s all in Section 14, Paragraph C. The part written in light grey ink." When he tried to sell it, he discovered
The resort was named "The Golden Palms," but it looked more like "The Rusty Shingles" as Arthur pulled his rental car into the gravel lot. Arthur wasn't a man of leisure; he was