Shit - I forgot to post about this the other week. It happened to me. I was on my way to Soi 7 and reckoned on crossing via the Nana BTS and there were 2 girls and 1 guy with clipboards outside Pacific Place. Having had a couple of Heinekens in the DieNasty beforehand I was feeling full of the joys of spring and the milk of human kindness (and one of the girls was crumpet) and so I filled out their 'tourism survey'.
Next day - 10 in the freakin' morning and the phone rings. "Condratulations. you have won a prize" and then this woman went on burbling about a presentation and what time did I want picking up - 1.30, 2.30 or 3.30?
She was still rabbitting on when I put the phone down. Guess they must be used to that 'cos they never phoned again.
Should I be kicking myself? I mean - I did win something. Didn't I?
To echo STH and others - all timeshare is bollocks. Total and utter fucking bollocks. There's a guy at my place of work right? He is as gullible as shit (For instance I told him that there is a 'Directors Cut' of the 'Railway Children' in which Jenny Agutter gives Mister Perks a blowjob in the cupboard she is hiding in on his birthday - and yeah - he believes it. Keeps asking for 'Railway Children Redux' down at Blockbuster). Anyway, this guy has got two timeshares. The muppet.