This fun little character we shall name Trixie.
My current lackluster occupation is selling furniture, and I can't say that I'm selling tons of it these days, but recently I learned that blackmail is excellent sales technique not mentioned in most sales manuals.
A couple of weeks ago an odd couple came into the store. The woman, Trixie, appeared to be in her late 30s while her "date" appeared to be in his 60s. I spent a certain amount of mental energy trying to determine if in reality the man was her father and they had some sort of HIGHLY inappropriate relationship, or if he was her sugar daddy or whatever. The two of them spent at least 20 minutes looking at sofas and "trying them out" by snuggling, her climbing into his lap and other such nonsense all the while holding hands and grinning like idiots. They arrived at a lovely red paisley number, but I was unsuccessful at closing the deal. (A problem I'll probably need to address in another blog entry.)
A week later Trixie walks through the door with a man close to her age and four children that look remarkably like her and this gentleman. Within a few moments they sit down on the red paisley sofa. I walk up and say, "Did you decide to go ahead and get this one." T
hinking to myself that maybe her family is just really screwy and the man from before was her dad or an uncle or something. Well, apparently not. She gave me an odd and uncomfortable look before turning to her husband and saying something about looking at sofas the previous week. Ultimately they decided on an olive green Pottery Barn knockoff and were hemming and hawing about whether or not to buy it. I elected to leverage what little power I held, looked her straight in the eye and said, "We're gonna write this up tonight, right?" This time I closed the deal.
Trixie and hubbie are now the proud owners of a lovely green sofa because you just can't make this shit up.
My current lackluster occupation is selling furniture, and I can't say that I'm selling tons of it these days, but recently I learned that blackmail is excellent sales technique not mentioned in most sales manuals.
A couple of weeks ago an odd couple came into the store. The woman, Trixie, appeared to be in her late 30s while her "date" appeared to be in his 60s. I spent a certain amount of mental energy trying to determine if in reality the man was her father and they had some sort of HIGHLY inappropriate relationship, or if he was her sugar daddy or whatever. The two of them spent at least 20 minutes looking at sofas and "trying them out" by snuggling, her climbing into his lap and other such nonsense all the while holding hands and grinning like idiots. They arrived at a lovely red paisley number, but I was unsuccessful at closing the deal. (A problem I'll probably need to address in another blog entry.)
A week later Trixie walks through the door with a man close to her age and four children that look remarkably like her and this gentleman. Within a few moments they sit down on the red paisley sofa. I walk up and say, "Did you decide to go ahead and get this one." T
hinking to myself that maybe her family is just really screwy and the man from before was her dad or an uncle or something. Well, apparently not. She gave me an odd and uncomfortable look before turning to her husband and saying something about looking at sofas the previous week. Ultimately they decided on an olive green Pottery Barn knockoff and were hemming and hawing about whether or not to buy it. I elected to leverage what little power I held, looked her straight in the eye and said, "We're gonna write this up tonight, right?" This time I closed the deal.Trixie and hubbie are now the proud owners of a lovely green sofa because you just can't make this shit up.
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