There appears to be a terrible thing happening, and that’s, the possible lack of true and honest customer service. After all the kind of customer support that made the buyer feel like their purchase was a good one, where customers leave happy, knowing and feeling like they simply accomplished the best thing. Where value met ethics, where guarantees met standards, and where quality met truth.
Running your company not understanding or caring what your customers want and think, you must understand this is the way you’ll kill your company. I believe business people and managers might begin with the right ingredients for achievement, but seem to quickly lose their focus, soon their clients are their last thought. Earning money cannot be your only objective. Here’s why:
I tell the next story frequently when I am on this subject, because it is a genuine story. I personally witnessed the wedding when I was twelve years old, and that i won’t ever forget it The area I grew up in was your average, middle income, Omaha, Ne. neighborhood, where the grocery store my mother always shopped at, was only several blocks from our home. My mom spent her money there with a sense of loyalty. This particular Saturday, she purchased delicately for everyone cheeseburgers, with chips and dip for lunch that evening, which was commonly our Saturday dinner.
When Mom arrived home, she honked the horn as she pulled into our driveway. My sisters and that i ran outside to help carry in the groceries. Mom have been sick with a bad head cold. This was the first time she had been in a week or even more. Feeling a bit better, she told us kids that she would get dinner ready while we played at the neighbors house, and she would call for us when dinner was ready. So, of course, we ran outside to experience. Almost an hour had passed when Mom called the neighbors house to express she wanted us in the future home. We went right home.
There is a platter of cheeseburgers on buns in the middle of our dinning table. Sliced onions, pickles, leaves of lettuce, ketchup and mustard, all a slave to, oh, the best of this, the chips and dip! We all fixed our plates, took them into the family room where we’d all sit together, eating and enjoying “Get Smart” on T.V.
Going for a big bite of my burger, I possibly could taste the soured hamburger, so is the rest of my loved ones, aside from Mom. She normally had the nose of a bloodhound, but not with this particular head cold, she could not smell or taste the rottenness from the meat. So, Mom did what she thought was right and called the supermarket that they had been to that particular very day. The shop manager asked her to bring the meat back in to prove her claim. I opted for her this time.
We walked back to the meat counter in which the manager was waiting. He soon started asking Mom why she went as far as cooking it whether it was bad meat. She explained to him about her head cold, and how we informed her after the very first bite was taken. He informed her that he would not give her another package of hamburger as an alternative, but Mom rebutted saying, “but the buns, and everything put them under, is ruined too!” The manager asserted no way would he compensate her for any of it, because he felt she should have noticed it before anyone ever even ate it.
After a couple of minutes of debating, mom required by the hand and that we left the front door. She abruptly stopped right outside the door. Being an elderly couple were walking into the store, Mom believed to them, “I we do hope you don’t have to buy hamburger today, this store is selling rotten hamburger and won’t produce my money back for ruined food. The manager saw this, came outside and asked Mom and that i to return in to the store. We did.
Mom asked him what he wanted, he said he would compensate her for the whole meal, if she’d stop telling customers that they sell bad hamburger.