Owning a timeshare is said to be one of the worst possible curses.

It’s a thing that gets sold to you by some of the most aggressive and dishonest salesmen in the world. It drains your money while giving you absolutely nothing you want.

It is virtually impossible to get rid of while you’re alive. Even after your death it will go to your heirs, and, in defiance of all we think we know about inheritance laws, they will then be trapped in the same Faustian contract you signed– unless they become aware of it with enough time to take action between your death and when they’ll legally inherit.

I consider myself very lucky that I have never been in a position to get tricked into paying for a timeshare– and that, to my knowledge, I have no loved ones who would leave me one as inheritance.

But this is why I strive to be kind to strangers, even those who are being patently unreasonable. I figure, I never know who might be struggling with an unwanted timeshare in their life.

And, if they are… and if they’re planning to update their will in the near future… then I do not wish to be, in that moment, one of the people they’re most angry at.