Florida Day 6: Monday, October 23, 2006

The whole of Monday morning was all about the second timeshare presentation which we had to attend to fulfill our obligation. OH...MY...WORD. The agent who gave it (I'll call her "Griffin") was one of these fortysomething Florida chicks whose skin reflects the fact that she has obviously spent too much time in the sun. Anyway, she kept us with her for THREE HOURS. And she was acting like she wanted to be our new best friend, chatting with us about her recent bout with cancer and what have you, and telling me how pretty my eyes were and all that. Puh. Our papers said the presentation was only supposed to be about 90 minutes, but she had us with her for THREE HOURS, like I said.

The real stinker, though, was the fact that I was starting to trust Griffin after I noticed the cross around her neck. I asked her if she was a Christian, and she said she was, and talked about all the people she had met on this job for whom she was praying. So I figured I could trust her. But when it was all over and she brought out her manager to try to coerce us into buying a timeshare, I noticed that while he was talking, Griffin slyly took the cross around her neck and slid it behind her back. Ha. Don't think I didn't notice that. And then she tried to make us feel guilty when we didn't buy, saying how she had spent all this time with us and stuff. Total BS. I honestly don't know how these people sleep at night. I really don't.

After that ordeal, we lunched at the Palm Grill, which had excellent food for very reasonable prices, and since it was late we went back to the apartment and hung out at the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Very relaxing...we needed it.

We had heard that there was to be karaoke in the social center that night, so after we showered, we headed there, but there was not a single person singing. We looked over the song list...all top 40, not a single classic rock or country song in the lot. So we left. We drove to a local mall which was HUGE, like Arundel Mills size...I think it was called Sawgrass Mills...and ate dinner at Subway, after which I convinced MFP to go shopping with me. I checked out the Ron Jon surf shop and bought a T-shirt; we checked out these denim miniskirts which MFP thought would look sexy on me but turned out to look like my big behind was stuffed into them. We then headed back to the apartment.