 You know, because they're not going to. Timeshare people are just gross. They'll move on and find another victim. They're looking for old people that they can feed off of, and they bus them in from the Walmart parking lot and sell them, pressure them with a free meal or a free hotel room. Oh, yeah. That happened on our honeymoon. First thing, first person you interact with is the timeshare salesman when you get to the resort. And I said, no, thank you. There's nothing you could offer us that would make sitting through three hours of this hell worth it. Jeez, man.