One of the funniest ones was the first week DW and I did tours, to underwrite our first vacation together, and the week we bought our first timeshare. So, the scenario was that we were younger, trusting, naive, vulnerable, and with no Internet, no TUG, no way to be informed because Al Gore had not got it up and running yet.
Our week was centered in that familiar 192/Irlo Bronson Parkway area, but most of what is there now was not there. West of I4 there was OLCC and Wastegate, and an RV timeshare campground. OLCC was just the golf villas in what is now the West Village, and Wastegate was a clubhouse, Bldg. A, and a marketing tent. There was nothing else there yet.
Incidental, our tour guide at OLCC had more than 10 couples, and when we toured the property we did it in a train of golf carts. Of course, he was unable to exert any sort of control over that large a group, when the time came, we all bolted.
In digress. We would do a breakfast tour . . . go do whatever attraction we got tickets for, do another breakfast tour the next day . . . then go do whatever attraction we got tickets for . . .
By the end of the week, for some reason all that I wanted was the Mickey Mouse phone they were giving away at the RV resort, so we did that one. About 10 minutes into the pitch, the saleslady said, "I can see you're not interested. Sit here another 45 minutes and then go get your gift."
We did.
15 or 20 minutes later a manager-type guy came by and asked us what we were doing, and we told him. He laughed and said, "Go get your gift."
In our last TS tour, which was our last timeshare tour, maybe five or six years ago, this one at Wastegate, our salesman did the same thing, got up and went outside for a cigarette, and never came back.
What were we talking about . . . let me look . . . oh, sorry.