You're ensconced at your favorite watering hole. "Where to this
year?" asks Joe, the bartender. Your shrug apparently speaks
volumes. "Try Aruba," Joe responds. "Eddie's Travel Agency and
Grill is running a special. I'll hook you up."
You're soaking your nails in Palmolive, albeit unwittingly, when
your manicurist, Madge, digs into your cuticle saying, "Have you
heard? Eddie's Travel Agency and Grill is practically giving away
Paris this season. You soak. I'll give Eddie a ring."
Idle chit-chat? Possibly. But it's also possible that Joe and
Madge may be hawking for Travelsavers, a group of everyday folks
who paid $459 for a correspondence course and a certificate in
order to hook up with a local travel agent in the hope of drumming
up business. They will, of course, get a cut of the commission,
should there be one.
A new niche or just another crevice wide enough for fools to
toss in their dough? Read Joe Kornik's story and decide for
yourself. But I'll tell you one thing, next time my doctor tells me
I need a vacation, I think I'll get a second opinion.