Dear Pals,
There is a lot of emphasis today on customer targeting and profiling.
Target customers are profiled by demographics, psychographics and geographics and even micro-behavioral and attitudinal metrics. Plus, data is even collected from scanned UPC bar-codes whenever you checkout in grocery stores and mega-Marts.
____________ Side Journey To A Marketing Insight ___________
How did you think you got those instant cash register coupons on the purchase of pantyhose and cat litter? Marketers know from tons of research that purchasers of cat food are definitely users of cat litter and are more than likely women.With a very high density of Single women.
They also know that the cat replaced the family dog as the Number 1 pet in America because of birth control pills.
Huh??
That's right!
Birth control pills enabled women to be sexually active and allowed them to pursue careers and actually marry much later in life.
Dogs that require walking and dog sitters, were replaced by cats as women were then free to leave them alone -with food and water and litter- while they traveled for both business and pleasure. No need to hurry home after work to "let the dog out!"
Hence the much more independent and "carefree" cat surpassed "the family dog" to become America's Number 1 pet.
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No one wants to waste any time talking to unqualified people. Pre-qualifying the customer is the ideal way to optimize the efficiency of sales personnell, marketing dollars and that precious commodity called, time.
Its all about the use of resources, time and manpower efficiency in producing optimized sales per manhour through the science of statistical and behavioral analysis in an algorithmic predictive matrix with a propensity to purchase product probability index of 110 or higher.
But at the end of the day, customers defy the rules and selling in some categories is still an art ...and, when it comes to mining the gold in prospective customers, you can't always judge the book by the cover. (I know this from my own personal experience with Paul Berhend of the Berhend Brothers of Wichita Falls, Texas. He was the largest Purina dealer in the world...but he was cleverly disguised as an ordinary ranch hand...right down to the dried manure encrusted on his boots and the dark sweat-stain around the hat band on his old, crumpled fedora.)
EXAMPLE ONE: An Anecdotal Tale.
Many years ago two men desparately in "need of a shave" and dressed in well-worn bib overalls and faded flannel shirts walked into a Cadillac dealership in Minnesota. They had parked a beat-up pickup truck out front.
Every salesmen in the place gave them the "once over" and quickly decided to "pass on this 'UP'."
If ever two guys looked like a waste of time, it was these lumbering near-Neanderthals.
Finally, after watching the two poke about the new Cadillacs for about 10-minutes one of the older salesmanagers suggested that the least experienced and youngest salesman on the floor should handle them. Thinking the kid would learn something from the encounter. And, it would probably be good for a few laughs to boot.
The young salesman extended his hand in friendship and asked the two scruffy looking northwoodsmen, "Can I help you?"
The return handshake from the biggest man was firm and nearly fracturing. The man said, "Yes we'd like to buy some Cadillacs."
The young salesmen - thinking he had misheard them - simply smiled and asked, "New or used?"
"New," the old man answered.
"Will you need need financing?" the salesman continued.
"No, we always pay cash," and with that the old man pulled a wad of cash out of his bib overalls that would have choked a giant sperm whale.
The salesman asked, "Which Cadillac would you like?"
"I like this red one, but Mama said get a blue one and my son wants a yellow one and Grandma needs one with a big trunk for haulin' her can goods and quilting racks around..."
The salesman ended up selling FIVE (5) brand new Cadillacs for cash on the barrelhead to the scruffy man in the flannel shirt and bib overalls.
"What name should I put on the sales receipt?" the salesman enquired.
"Ole Evinrude."
Yep, it was the guy who invented the Evinrude outboard motor.
EXAMPLE TWO: A story I know is True.
A long-haired darkly-tanned and weathered 'beach bum' in need of a shave, wearing flip flops, way-too-short swimming trunks and a faded "wife-beater" tee shirt came into the Porsche showroom at dealer A and leaned on a $90,000 roadster to get a better look inside.
An alert salesman seated comfortably behind his desk called out from across the showroom, "Hey buddy! Don't touch that car! You'll leave finger prints on it!"
The "beach bum" looked up and smiled at the salesman. Then he walked around the highly-polished Porsche and left his big oily palm prints on every surface.
Shocked by this act of defiance, the salesman yelled, "You better get outta here...before I call the cops."
The 'beach bum' gave the salesman the "Hawaiian thumb and little finger salute" and then left.
The salesman's parting shot was, "Don't come back!"
The 'beach bum' went out on to the parking lot and got into his filthy two-year old Porsche that had been parked in a private garage at the airport for the past 4-months.
About an hour later, the 'beach bum' called me.
"Hey Birkie, I stopped in to buy a new Porsche because when I got back from Mauii on the red-eye this morning, my car was really dirty from sitting at the airport all winter...so I thought, Hell, why not pick up a clean one on the way home."
I said, "Sounds great!"
Then he added, "Not so great for you."
He told me the story and how he had been treated at Porsche dealer A and how he had left there and driven directly to Porsche dealer B where he bought a new Porsche with a check for just shy of 100-grand.
He told the boys there to deliver it to him the next day, because he was 'running late.'
There was no trade-in, because he decided to give the two-year old Porsche to his state-side girlfriend and he actually told her, "I'm sorry it's dirty Honey, but I missed you so much that I wanted to hurry to see you and I didn't have time to wash it."
Turns out the "beach bum" had just returned from 4-months at his multi-million dollar winter home on Mauii. He is the owner of a huge company.
I could go on...but the moral of these two stories is: Assume nothing. Things are often NOT as they appear.
Everyone is a potential customer.
But not everyone is a salesman.
And there are even fewer true customer-oriented-service/sales folks.
Visual profiling can be wrong...very wrong!
Birk, Commonsensetarian and Citizen of the Republic
PS: FINAL TRUE STORY: A few Saturdays back a sweet little 60-year old lady successfully scammed a very smart Pal of mine out of a new $50,000+ car with a check written on a closed account.
They found out when they delivered a "Thanks for your Business" fruit basket on Monday afternoon to her home address.
She had not lived there in two years and her house had been foreclosed on.
OOOOPS!
As Mark Twain said, "Trust everybody. But, cut the cards."