Are You Chasing Away Business?

Years ago–well before check cards were invented–I stopped
at my local Sentry grocery store where I shopped weekly
for 12 years. I ran out of printed checks and I had a
few “counter checks” from my bank to get me through until my
new checks arrived. As usual, I wasn’t carrying any cash or
my credit cards. I was in a hurry because I was on my way to
a business meeting, but I needed a snack.

I picked up a couple of items, totaling about $3, and
started to write a check for them. The clerk refused to
take my check because it was a “starter check.”

I was irate! I had a valid checking account, had not given
them or anyone else any checks that were rejected by the
bank for insufficient funds, and after 12 years of shopping
there, I felt they should know who I was and that I would
not give them a bad check.

Later, I wrote a letter to the store manager, explaining the
situation and complaining about the treatment. I also
pointed out that I had spent an average of $60 per week for
12 years (close to $40,000) there and I planned to take my
business elsewhere. And then I did just that after the store
manager failed to follow through with an offer he made.

That was then. This is now.

A couple of weeks ago, I went with my husband to look for a
new car. We were in the market for a fun little sports car.
We thought getting a two-seater, sporty convertible would be
a pretty good way to take care of Don’s “midlife crisis.”

(Other men seem to get divorced…)

Anyway, we stopped at the Pontiac dealership first. A
salesman came up to us, offered his hand to Don, and said,
“Hi. I’m Larry Henry, and you are?”

Don shook his hand and replied, “Don Crawford.”

I put out my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Lois Carter Fay.”

At first, the salesman totally ignored me. Then he did a
double-take and finally shook my hand. It was a good 20-30
seconds delay.

I was steaming.

Both my husband and I knew he just totally blew it. (I don’t
think Larry had a clue.)

Because what that stupid salesman didn’t know is that Don
may drive the car, but he is never going to buy a car from
someone who treated me like that.

Of course he wouldn’t ignore such rude behavior; he respects

But besides that, if he did, he knows that every time I got
in the car, I’d be angry, and say, “I can’t believe you
bought this car from that jerk!” Don’s a pretty smart guy.
He’s not going to chance ruining his fun time by buying from
a guy who treated me that way. So he said, “Thanks for your
time.” And we moved on.

We went to two other dealerships after that and both
salesmen were smart enough to acknowledge me. In fact, the
salesman at the dealership that won the sale (2001 Porsche
Boxster convertible) really catered to me. (Smart guy.)

He bent over backwards to let us check out the car, too. We
took it out for a drive for about 30 minutes. And it was
like the good old days–no salesman rode with us to listen
to our every word and make sure we didn’t steal the car. We
drove it alone. (Fast! With the top down.)

What I did years ago to deal with the customer service
problem–writing a letter to complain about it–is pretty
unusual behavior. Most people just tell everyone they see
about your poor customer service–maybe 250 people before
they get tired of talking about it. That would be pretty bad
for your business, wouldn’t it? (And just think. I’m still
talking about the Sentry grocery store after 15 years. How
many people do you think I’ve told?)

And today, the damage can be much worse. Because every day,
customers who feel they’ve been mistreated start to blog
about you, and it’s picked up by others and spreads just
like a cold virus. Soon your reputation is in the toilet.

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