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When he tried to sell it, he discovered a hundred other "owners" were trying to give theirs away for a single dollar just to escape the fees. Nobody was buying. He realized then that he hadn't bought a vacation; he’d bought a bill that would outlive him.

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. cheap timeshare

"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." When he tried to sell it, he discovered

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. The resort was named "The Golden Palms," but

"Wait," Arthur told the customer service rep on the phone. "The flyer said cheap."