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Tim Grobaty: The meek shall inherit a timeshare for a week

0 Comments | Press – Telegram; Long Beach, Calif., Jun 21, 2010 | by Anonymous

BORN YESTERDAY: You can, if you want to, walk all over us. It’s just the kind of person we are. Gentle, meek. A sucker, a sap. Spin it however you want, we’re walk-all-overable.

We wish we were like others, like the Cop Across the Street. He can drive his car into a fire truck and pretty soon the fellas are all at his house grilling hot dogs and presenting him with a giant check of appreciation. We have been to the grocery store with him on many, many painful occasions when he’s gone into the store after mercilessly hectoring the homeless guy out front and then telling the clerk that a can of peas is 80 percent water and demanding, and getting, a commensurate discount.

On the other hand, we go into a car lot and look at the sticker and maybe snivel a little bit at the salesman. “It’s a little more than we wanted to spend,” is about the best we can do. The guy usually will show us a cheaper car.

We pretty much paid sticker price for our current car. When we were signing the papers, the salesman said, “Look, you seem like a nice guy. I’m gonna knock $500 off the price.” Seriously. That happened.

Apparently, there’s some kind of pity fund for really bad hagglers. We’re probably not really supposed to be telling you about it.

HOW WE SPENT OUR SUMMER VACATION: So, we’re down in our summer place in San Clemente, which is actually a timeshare condo, because we’re shrewd at real estate investing.

The seven-day holiday goes like a breeze until Friday, when our second-story condo gets flooded right after dinnertime
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