Time on Your Hands

Whenb you are backpacking you have no plans, no money, but lots of spare time and would do anything for a free meal. So when a pigtailed lady named Connie approached us in one of the casinos with an offer for free show and dinner we paid attention.
The MArriot chain have gone into timeshares and for a couple of hours of our time they would reward us. They painted a picture of a conference room full of up to 150 people listening to a lecture by a sales professional. We imagined ourselves sitting at the back nodding off for two hours recovering from last nights early morning.
We were picked up, alone, by a massive blacked out van with stereo, wrap around leather sofas, television and drinks cabinet. We were then taken to meet Bill. He would talk to us privatley for no less than 2 hours !! OH HELL! Before we met him we had decided upon a few descreet signals to give to each other to make it more interesting. Example; scratch your chin when you hear some sales bulls**t. We spend the next two hours pulling our ears, rubbing our stomachs and everything else just to entertain ourselevs while Bill bored the hell out of us about timeshares. After 2 hours we politley said no thanks, and picked up our all you can eat buffet tickets, and American Stars concert tickets. We then had great night out in Vegas with full stomachs.