My parents used to drag us to the timeshares for RVs when I was growing up. Ten pounds of steak or a battery-operated TV was the lure. Never bought but at one point each kid had their own itty-bitty TV.
DeHusband and I have been going to the Fairfield pitches for years. Ever since our honeymoon - July in New Orleans. At that point, we would’ve done anything just to be in air conditioning. But we go to at least one pitch a year. Free mini-vacation and sometimes you can even get the restaurant voucher in cash. Bonus!
What I love is the fuzzy math. "You see you spend this much a year (no number written down) but we’re saving you *A MILLION DOLLARS * (written and underlined) over the course of your life if you live 150 years after today. mumble mumble mumble.
We’ve gotten so we critique the pitch. “OK We’re not buying. But you’ll do better with the next couple if you don’t keep confusing making-eye-contact with staring. Also, wouldn’t you feel more comfortable if you actually didn’t loom over us? Really, did we look like we could be intimidated? Oh and invest in mouthwash. Where’s our voucher?”