Somebody STOP ME!

In exactly one hour we have the preview of this vacation resort (read 'timeshare').

I am afraid that my first words to the sales rep are going to be "I hate this fucking place. I loath detest and despise it. You would have to pay me real money to return."

Of course, I also hate the state of Florida (except for St. Augustine) so that doesn't help.

This morning, we went down to the tiny fitness center. There are several televisions. One was on, turned to a news channel. I got on a treadmill that was right in front of a tv which was, blessedly, off. A woman who was too stupid to work the remote herself but had to have her hubby do it got on the tradmill beside me and turned the channel -not to the news channel which the other tv was on, but to a different channel. Hell is having two competing tv's only four feet apart.

Worse, the channel she chose was a Christian broadcasting station with some brain dead female preacher who was clearly a Floridian, She had NO command of grammar nor syntax even though English was her native language. Yet this imbecile had the unmitigated gaul to tell us how to live our lives.

I punched the off button on my treadmill and stormed out of the gym, determined to walk back to our buuilding, which proved quite a chore as there is a useless lake in the center of the property. I finally called hubby (who by that time had had enough of the fitness room himself) and he came to pick me (and my steaming ears) up.

I now have in my pocket a list of all the things wrong with this place.

But I do hope I can wind down enough to sound rational rather than like a cast member from the Sopranos.

I keep repeating "I am an well educated person with a reasonably high intelligence quotient. I can be rational to a fault. Nothing will be served by going ballistic. I should rely on my Mr. Spock persona."

Please wish me luck.

Failing that, there is a roll of duct tape in the car.