LOL, Phil... sounds like you've been around the block more than once!
I think the worst one we ever sat through was a few years back at a condo complex over in Sedona. When we were still holding firm, mentioning the time and asking repeatedly about the promised freebies after two hours of browbeating, pleading and downright begging, tears and all, the pitchman put away the pictures of his disabled daughter (I kid you not) and brought in The Closer, a swarthy Brooklynite of questionable Sicilian descent, who chose to use insult as his ultimate weapon.
He walked into the room, sat down at the table across from us, slouched forward and took a hard look at my wife's left hand, then asked her if "that" was her wedding ring. It was... it had been there since the day I slipped it on over 35 years ago.
Suzy answered in the affirmative, to which "Vinnie" replied,
"You gotta be kiddin' me... whatta you guys even doin' heah? Tell me da troot... you can't afford dis place even in ya dreams!"
I mentioned that "Vinnie" was Italian and from New York. Well, so am I. Vinnie was also short. I am not. I got a pretty good look at the top of his greasy, balding head as I stood up and came out from behind the table. Had it not been for the calming touch of the left hand that Vinnie had chosen to ridicule, I might have added a fresh assault charge to my long-dormant rap sheet, right there in River City.
You're so right, Phil... what in the WORLD were we thinking!?!?
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