Yesterday an acquaintance tried to convince me of the value of a timeshare package. I could stay anywhere, he said, for $30 or $40 a night. You just buy these points for $12,000 and use them as credit. And it’s only $350 a year after that. What’s more, if I go to this meeting I can get a free vacation. It’s a great deal.
“You could go to Las Vegas!” When I made a face of displeasure, he said. “What, you don’t like Las Vegas? Why not?”
“It doesn’t interest me.”
“Why not?”
“It just doesn’t.”
“OK, Seaside, then.”
“That doesn’t interest me either.”
“Why not?”
“I’m content right where I am. I don’t need to go on vacation.” (Yes, I do like to get away now and then, but travel just for the sake of it doesn’t interest me. I’ve done a bit of it over the years. I’ve lived in a lot of places, seen a lot of things, and experienced several cultures other than my own. But I have absolutely no desire for sightseeing or gambling or living the high life. I’m satisfied with my life just as it is.)
A natural salesman, he tried to break down all my obstacles. “OK, so you’re content. What about your kids? You could send all your kids on a vacation. ‘Hey, kids. You’re going to Hawaii for a week!’”
I just shook my head.
He shook his head too, incredulous I could pass up such a great deal. That’s just the kind of guy I am.
