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Talk About Service


So this beautifully quiet Saturday morning finds me with a list a mile long inside and outside.  So running for donuts I went to get a tarp and a few other things.  Finding a demonstration item in a local store, I asked the manager about negotiating on the price. 

 He was extremely rude.  
He didn't listen.  He didn't make eye contact.  
He didn't ask questions.

Back to my Self-Serve post and how sick I am of it...this is a perfect example. I'm sick of walking into the store to spend my very hard earned money and being treated like I owe them for selling something to me.

I don't need to buy anything.  I'm from a long line of scroungers and treasure seekers so I can do without most things that the stores can sell me. 

My message to business owners and managers.
  
 I buy things because I want to not because I owe you.  

I shop with you because you greet me when I walk in and you smile and act like you want to see me.  

I shop with you because you listen and ask questions and really want to help me.  

I shop with you when you are interested in the community and see yourself as part of the bigger whole. 

When you do that...you have a shopper for life!  

I will spend my hard earned money with you and I will tell my family and my friends.  

I will go out of my way to follow your ads and buy your produce. 

Then I want to buy from you and want all of my friends to buy as well.

I don't need my economic development or specialized training of selling models.  Just some service and common respect will develop our economy.  It won't even cost any tax money!



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