Timeshare — Cheap

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.

Every year, Arthur still gets a Christmas card from Gary. It’s a picture of a sunset. Arthur usually uses it to scrap the ice off his windshield—the only "utility" he ever truly got out of the deal. cheap timeshare

"Wait," Arthur told the customer service rep on the phone. "The flyer said cheap." Arthur wasn't a man of leisure; he was

"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." It’s a picture of a sunset

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, blinded by the prospect of a $99-a-year getaway, signed the stack of papers. He left with a plastic keychain and a sense of triumph.