WorldMark, oh WorldMark, how could you do this to me? Two wine glasses in, and feeling blissful mirth, you call and tell me you neglected to give me a parking pass at check-in. They’re very strict about this, you say. The only words a veteran worry wort needs to hear.
F-word!!! I know what’s coming. Parking pass equals lures to rein you in to attend the ever wonderful owner updates. And here I thought I’d escaped. The check-in guy was not only an idiot, but it appears he didn’t know how to do his job! Damn.
So, now I have to leave the condo with a buzz on to retrieve this parking pass. Is this ridiculous or what? And then I think, why didn’t I say that I was already hunkered down for the night? Was it my fault I wasn’t issued a parking pass upon check-in? Hell no!
The gal greets me as they all do: like a good concierge you might encounter at any fine hotel. But this is WorldMark. You are not free to luxuriate in your ownership. They want to bleed more money from you. Sure enough, this was the plan & when I said no, at least I wasn’t hounded. However, I looked in my packet as I walked away, and what was missing? The frickin’ parking pass! Had to go back and obtained then go out and post in my vehicle.
Would I recommend WorldMark to others? Hell to the no because of shit like this. Great resorts, crappy sales pressures.
“Hey teachers, leave them kids alone. All in all you’re just a ‘nother brick in the wall.” Pink Floyd, The Wall, 1980