Alyssa B.
Yelp
My boyfriend received a call that we had won a free stay at Massanutten because of a sweepstakes we had entered at a Tides game. We went into it knowing it was for a timeshare sales pitch, but figured the time spent would be worth it to get the free stay. They tell you it will only take 90 minutes and that there is no obligation to purchase anything to get your reward.
Well, the initial salesperson we encountered was Joey, who seemed all right at first. He talked for an hour before my boyfriend finally brought up the fact that he's been trying to sell us on a timeshare for the past hour and we still haven't even seen what it looks like. Joey says that he'll show us in a minute and that he'll be right back. Fifteen minutes later, Joey comes back and says let's go look at it. At that point, we had fifteen minutes left of our 90 minutes. Then Joey has to go to the bathroom. Oh great, another 5 minutes go by. By the time we're looking at the lackluster rooms they have to offer, the 90 minutes have come and gone.
When we get back to the sales area, Joey says we have to look at the numbers now. Oh man, if only we had had the time to do this earlier! But, as you can imagine, it was really important that we sat there for an hour talking about literally anything else, first. Well, Joey is unsuccessful in his sale, poor guy.
Time to bring out Matt! Matt was pretty personable and surprise, surprise, gave us a much lower offer than the one Joey was on about. Nice try, but no cigar. We came into this knowing we were walking away with our reward, and nothing more. Eventually, Matt gets the picture and we're directed towards the checkout area.
We're feeling triumphant, we got through the scammy sales pitch unscathed!
Enter: Michael Allevato.
Immediately, his vibe is absolutely diabolical. The first thing he says to my boyfriend is, "So, I heard you made Joey an offer." Naturally, we're befuddled. What does that even mean? We made no offer, nor accepted one. We ask what he means. He repeats himself. Okay...
So, seeing no polite way out of this conversation, my boyfriend hits him with, "The only offer I made is that we get our reward, and we leave!"
Oooh, little Mikey did not like that one!
I am not being in any way facetious when I say: He gets two inches from my boyfriend's face and screams, "THEN GO!"
Ohhh, so you're psychotic? Got it.
He yells at us to go several times and we go back and forth a little bit. I ask him what the f*** is wrong with him. He doesn't answer but I can only assume it's either crack or lead poisoning.
While he's screaming after us, we flee to the checkout room where the cashier yells, "STOP!" at crazy Michael like a fifth grade teacher in an unruly classroom.
Immediately after, she starts checking us out like everything is normal. Just another day at work, having to yell at a middle aged man to quit verbally harassing would-be customers. Interesting job, for sure.
Then she lets us know there's a secret door to escape through so we don't have to face Mr. Crazy. Thank goodness! Final boss defeated!
Or so we thought!
Take a guess who's on the other end of the secret door laughing it up and pointing like a child with a gathered crowd of sales department cronies! You guessed it! Michael Allevato. This time he has the whole room of prospective timeshare buyers as an audience! Bullying the people you were unsuccessful at swindling in front of people in the process of being swindled is...a choice.
At this point, I don't know Michael's name. I was too distracted by his spittle flying into my face to check his name tag.
My boyfriend asks him what his name is. At this point we are at one end of the hall and he at the other. Still, you can practically see the steam coming out of his ears at that question.
His response is just to continue screaming at us to get out. Well, that won't do! I pull out my phone's camera and approach him, my goal to take a picture of his name tag, while my boyfriend is following closely behind.
My boyfriend following behind me is what set him off.
Psycho Mike-o comes barreling toward us like a charging bull. He's got his finger pointed out and he's essentially pushing us out the door, still screaming at us, but his irate ramblings are unintelligible.
At this point, I'm thinking it must be crack AND lead poisoning, because this dude is 1000 different levels of unhinged.
We leave with our prize. Sorry suckaz!
Unfortunately, my story is far from unique. I've read multiple stories of aggressive, borderline abusive assaults by Massanutten sales employees after just a quick perusal of recent reviews. This seems like a commonly used tactic that is encouraged toward the end of unsuccessful sales pitches and it's honestly sick and twisted.
Please beware of engaging in Massanutten timeshare tours. Also, after the roaches we encountered on our visit, I'd avoid Massanutten altogether.