Feeling a bit masochistic, I ventured into the health and fitness club near my work-place. I was only interested in swimming, I thought it might be a better way to spend my lunch break than ingesting fast food. The salesman (customer representative) was eager to show me around (after signing a wavier!) but I convinced him that I was only interested in a swim package.
"Well I could sell you a basic package, but why don't you go for the next higher package, the joining fee is on sale this month, and I can switch you to the other plan later. You can see on this map where the premium package would let you go to these other clubs..."
He held up a map of the western hemisphere. I told him, "no, all I want to do is swim on my lunch break."
"What is your zip code? Maybe we have a special on your area?"
"This is my area."
"How about health insurance? We could get a rebate from your health plan..."
Dealing with my health plan on any level is worse than a disease.
We went back and forth like this. He had mentioned that he could "get me a price" on the membership. He had nothing printed with any pricing.
"Ah, I'll have to think about it..."
So I left. I don't deal with weasels and their weaselly ways. Give me a price list, not a wavier. It's not that hard of a concept.