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.
The triumph lasted exactly six months, until the first "Maintenance Assessment" arrived in the mail. It was $1,200. cheap timeshare
He was met at the door by Gary, a man whose teeth were whiter than the fluorescent lights of the lobby. "Arthur! Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!" Gary chirped, steering him toward a cramped office that smelled faintly of old coffee and desperation. Arthur, blinded by the prospect of a $99-a-year