Remember not too long ago about my story of my friend Greg who has the multi-gazillion dollar home theater set up in his house? Remember he came over to help set up my own sound system and giggled somewhat disdainfully when he realized it really was just a tuner and some speakers or what he referred to as Home Theater in a Box? Remember how stupid I felt that I had this extremely talented electronically smart guy in my living room plugging in a few cables that I couldn’t do just so I could get what I called surround sound and what he referred to as sound that slightly supplements your tv speakers? Remember how I felt like trailer trash? Remember how then he couldn’t figure out how to hook up my DVR to the “sound system” and I felt somewhat vindicated? Go HERE to refresh your memory.
He did it again today. We had lunch with the old gang from work and one of our former team members who was in from out of town and whom we hadn’t seen in a long, long time. I parked my butt temporarily at that end of the table so I could talk and reconnect with my sweet friend, Jose. Greg was across from us — I casually commented to Greg, “How was your vacation in North Carolina?” Whereupon he began to regale us with the amazing story of how he was able to snatch up from the jaws of real estate death a new ridiculously low-priced Timeshare in the Smokey Mountains. This is such a fabulous place that celebrities such as Tom Cruise, George Clooney, and Michael Jordan also live there sometimes – and now Greg has a piece of this action. I was suitably impressed until he told me that Lee Greenwood (remember the country singer) also used to live there but the residents got tired of his alleged complaints about noise around his property and they kicked him out.
I got to thinking — I sure would like a condo in Florida for this upcoming winter. Oh we have some property down there but neither one of us has actually seen it – it’s two lots in Cape Coral and the folks there are just now starting to get it developed – but that’s another story.
Anyway, all I could think of was Greg and his lovely wife hot-tubbing it with the likes of George Clooney and Michael Jordan and darned if it didn’t happen again – I felt like trailer trash. And I know that wasn’t his intention! Here he is basking in the happiness of this Timeshare (as well he should) and he’s describing its beauty to us and I’m sitting there wondering what type of home in the Smokies I could pick up? I’m afraid mine would probably look something like the pic below and my closest neighbor would no doubt be Larry the Cable Guy. *sigh*
Thanks Greg for reminding me I don’t need no stinkin’ Timeshare. Greg, ya gotta quit tellin’ me this stuff sweetie.
I love ya man, mean it! 🙂