This afternoon, I was walking down the street when a guy stopped to ask where I get my haircut. As you know, my hair is quite the topic of conversation, so naturally, I thought this was an innocent question.
"In Philadelphia," I replied.
"Well, you can get your haircut right here in New York by one of the top 10 stylists in the country!"
Oh crap. I fell for the sidewalk sting.
It turns out this guy was a salesperson peddling $400 hair and spa packages. After telling him several times that I didn't have time, was on my way to a meeting, and just flat out wasn't interested, I finally put my foot down, walked forward, and thanked him for his time.
Yes, I THANKED the salesman for his time.
He was selling me a ridiculously unnecessary item, albeit for my own beautification, and I thanked him. Why did I not only feel the need to apologize at my disinterest, but also thank someone harassing me on the street?
He complimented my coat.
I recently took a new job in sales, and I think I can learn a thing or two from this super-aggressive Fekkai-peddler. Sure, he didn't close the deal. Yes, at one point he randomly mumbled the names of all the retail stores across the street. And certainly, he didn't enunciate. But what he did achieve was a reaction from his customer.
My new plan: compliment the coat. I think I may be screwed this summer.
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You know who is in medical equipment sales... and makes like a $30,000 commission in about 5 minutes? Jamie Cimino. It's insane.
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