
This morning I ran to the local gas station/deli for gas. I'd fed and packed for the little boys, seen the big boys off on the bus, showered and dressed. I wasn't well dressed...khaki pants, a white polo, sneakers. With my glasses on and wet hair I went inside to pay and the owner noted, "you're looking a little disheviled today."
Usually I go to get gas on my way to the store. I'm dressed in a business suit and heels. I go there to buy gas even though gas is more expensive than the Hess station in town. I don't get any points on my college savings plan (where I would at a Mobil station) but I like the idea of supporting the family who owns the deli. They're my neighbors.
And because Dave cares to ask about my day. "Well, I'm working 6 days this week. Today is my day off but I'm going to go to my second job, even though I gave notice a month ago, because they haven't been able to hire anyone. And I'm bracing myself, because I need to take my 3-year-old with me." (I ultimately decided against this idea, but this was my thinking at 8 a.m.).
Dave replied, "whoa."
Some folks I grew up with came into the store last night and worked with another rep (even though they know I work there. They've been in before. We've talked.) Their son Mark showed me his beat up ENVY phone. He was rather proud of the way he could use it as a flash light as the back light glowed through the face plate, now in pieces.
"Whoa."
The rep, a "visitor" from Tenesee, sold him a Chocolate Touch phone. I had to resist the urge to ask why in the world he convinced the family to buy that particular phone. It's not the least bit durable. I already knew the answer...the Chocolate Touch is cheap. When we sell it we make money.
This rep would go home to Tennessee, leaving me to face his disgruntled customer.
I had to wonder, why didn't this family ask to work with me or make an appointment with me? I could have helped them by charging them less AND by finding a phone that was more durable and well-suited for Mark.
It's about community.