The Convention Scene.

my story has gotten to this point.

The O&*&*&*&*& Civic Center was buzzing with activity.

“The Time Share Convention?” he read the Marquee.

“Yeah! Don’t you remember what I told you on the plane?”

“‘I am desperate to throw my money away on a timeshare I won’t need. Can you help?’ ”

“Bingo! That is exactly what I said! See? There are some people out there who listen.”

“Well…the line was delivered so breathlessly and with such obvious subtext I doubt I could ever forget it.”

“That was the point! I learned it at the last convention! ‘The Power of subtextual desire.’ I’m so glad it worked!”

“So…this isn’t our first convention?”

“Oh, honey, please! Some people travel round the world to follow eclipses or the perfect wave or their favorite musical artist. But not me: I’m a time share convention junky.”

“A Time Share Convention junky?”

“Yep.”

“Is this…common?”

“I run into a few regulars once in a while. But I don’t think anyone matches my level of enthusiasm. Ok, here: Can you pretend to be my husband? This panel is just for married couples and they get SUPER cranky about fakes..."