I have this client for whom i am doing business development/marketing/PR.
while i call on accounts for him, i also pop in to maintain an 'in house' presence and see what can be done that way.
so while in his uniform store that sells scrubs and public safety (fireman, EMT and police) uniforms i wonder every time the door opens and customers walk in and what do they need?
i never tire of meeting new people and very much enjoy tallking with them. the people that walk through the door are one of 2 types: regular customers that the old friend treatment of casual conversation that extends beyond scrubs or uniforms or people that have never been int he store before and require the full tour.
the new ones seem to be intimidated by not knowing where anything is and don't want to act like they don't know.
i smile and laugh and ask what it is they are looking for and distract them with the hot new offering by such and such a company and then they get sick of the spiel and say "i want blue scrubs" at which point i smile and laugh convivially and take them to what they want.
they seem relieved and then loosen up and shop up a storm.
one day this 24 year old guy came in to be outfitted for police uniform. he brought his wife and 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son with him. typical 2 year old little boy was curious and getting into all kinds of things - as he should. his parents were yelling at him to behave. the store had a little, yellow, battery powered car that when turned on zooms off. i found this car and knelt down to 2 year old let him see and touch the car and turned it on and set it on the floor and sent it off. he laughed and giggled and ran off after it and found it and returned with it. over - and over - and over again. lol.
i never tired of it. he was so happy.
snow white blonde hair; big, blue eyes, wonderful smile and an infectious giggle.
at one point he brought back the car and tugged at my pant leg and waved the car around for me to send it off again and said to me "daddy, car" i knelt down and put my hand on his little head and smiled and said "just a minute and i will'. and there he stood at my feet - this little person. patient as could be, filled with anticipation that this unknown man would send his car off and welcome him back with it.
it was at this point that the little one's father and mother looked at one another in some sort of knowing way and seemed angered that their boy called me 'daddy'. the father yelled at him in true texas fashion "BOY! Im your daddy!" and the mother chimed in "THAT ain't your daddy! THAT'S yo daddy!" and pointed to the biological father.
oie vay.
these people were so worked up that someone other than them paid better attention to their child than they did. and worst of all - that their child paid better attention to someone else than them.
the point of this blog is this: it made my week/month/year(s) to have this little boy walk up to me and call me daddy. it still puts a smile on my face remembering this.
i look forward to this happening with my very own child like one might look forward to winning the national lottery.
while i call on accounts for him, i also pop in to maintain an 'in house' presence and see what can be done that way.
so while in his uniform store that sells scrubs and public safety (fireman, EMT and police) uniforms i wonder every time the door opens and customers walk in and what do they need?
i never tire of meeting new people and very much enjoy tallking with them. the people that walk through the door are one of 2 types: regular customers that the old friend treatment of casual conversation that extends beyond scrubs or uniforms or people that have never been int he store before and require the full tour.
the new ones seem to be intimidated by not knowing where anything is and don't want to act like they don't know.
i smile and laugh and ask what it is they are looking for and distract them with the hot new offering by such and such a company and then they get sick of the spiel and say "i want blue scrubs" at which point i smile and laugh convivially and take them to what they want.
they seem relieved and then loosen up and shop up a storm.
one day this 24 year old guy came in to be outfitted for police uniform. he brought his wife and 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son with him. typical 2 year old little boy was curious and getting into all kinds of things - as he should. his parents were yelling at him to behave. the store had a little, yellow, battery powered car that when turned on zooms off. i found this car and knelt down to 2 year old let him see and touch the car and turned it on and set it on the floor and sent it off. he laughed and giggled and ran off after it and found it and returned with it. over - and over - and over again. lol.
i never tired of it. he was so happy.
snow white blonde hair; big, blue eyes, wonderful smile and an infectious giggle.
at one point he brought back the car and tugged at my pant leg and waved the car around for me to send it off again and said to me "daddy, car" i knelt down and put my hand on his little head and smiled and said "just a minute and i will'. and there he stood at my feet - this little person. patient as could be, filled with anticipation that this unknown man would send his car off and welcome him back with it.
it was at this point that the little one's father and mother looked at one another in some sort of knowing way and seemed angered that their boy called me 'daddy'. the father yelled at him in true texas fashion "BOY! Im your daddy!" and the mother chimed in "THAT ain't your daddy! THAT'S yo daddy!" and pointed to the biological father.
oie vay.
these people were so worked up that someone other than them paid better attention to their child than they did. and worst of all - that their child paid better attention to someone else than them.
the point of this blog is this: it made my week/month/year(s) to have this little boy walk up to me and call me daddy. it still puts a smile on my face remembering this.
i look forward to this happening with my very own child like one might look forward to winning the national lottery.
