Losing Yourself A Sale In Every Possible Way
My daughter and I are browsing through a shop that sells handmade items. As we are both avid crafters, we decide to ask the proprietor about selling some of our items in the shop.
I approach the proprietor and ask politely how we could go about doing so.
The owner looks disdainfully at my daughter and me and snaps:
Owner: “I don’t just take any old rubbish. What do you do?”
I’m taken aback a bit by her attitude.
Me: “Well, uh, we both crochet, and I sew, as well.”
Owner: *Rudely* “I have standards; I will only accept high-grade items, They have to be your own designs; I don’t want anything from patterns that have been stolen off the Internet or things like that. I also need exclusive rights to anything you make to sell; you won’t be able to sell anything elsewhere.”
She turns her back on me and goes back to the counter. I put down the items I intended to buy.
Me: “[Daughter], come on. We’re leaving. There’s no way I am buying anything here.”
She nods and puts down what she has, too.
As we are passing on our way out, I overhear the proprietor talking to a couple of customers at the counter. They are looking for wedding decorations
Owner: “If you just bring pictures of decorations you find on the Internet, I can copy anything you need.”
That store didn’t last long; it was empty when I passed a couple of months later.