Amway My Way
Last week we left off with: “And again I passed the angry box.
But then I walked back. I stopped and looked up the stairs, and started walking up towards the door.
I pushed the button.”
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And now continuing:
“What do you want?” growled the box.
“Would you like a metal social security card sir?” I asked.
The box paused with no answer for just a few seconds.
“Is this the kid that keeps trying to sell me things?” the box wanted to know.
Ah ha! I learned that the box cannot see. It can only hear and speak.
“I do not know if I am that kid sir,” I replied.
“I do not want to buy anything. Please do not come to my door anymore,” the box asked politely.
“Yes sir, thank you sir,” I replied and was off.
The novelty of the box was starting to wear off. I was not really that excited about it anymore, but it was still a neat device.
About this time my mother was recruited to start selling Amway products. I asked her if I could help sell them also and she said that I could bring orders to her.
We had never heard of the Amway company all we knew about them was that they sold cleaning products.
I made a small sign, copying the Amway logo on it, and then sealed it with clear shelving plastic. We hung it on our front porch and off I went to the doors to get Amway customers for my mother.
I went to all my usual doors, 100 or more I am sure, offering our new cleaning products. However when people saw the prices they were not convinced to purchase.
This was a new realm of sales for me. All the products I had sold before were fairly well understood and small cost.
I did not have a real understanding yet of the cost of things so I was confused about the responses of the high price. I assured them that the company was doing very well and must be making good products. This approach did not work for me.
Still, I spent the week going to all the doors in the neighborhood enjoying myself and seeing all my “friends” I was getting to know.
Prozac lady did not want the products either. Actually she did not even give me a chance to tell her what I was selling, as usual, so I don’t even know if she was interested or not.
But you know, that shiny perforated metal box with the button was attached to a very neat house. I bet that house would be very interested in cleaning products.
I approached my old nemesis respectfully. I pushed it’s button.
You can read all the chapters of “How To Be an Entrepreneur” by going to http://salessuccessmagazin e.com. These stories are copyrighted by Timothy L. Drobnick Sr. 1995 thru 2005. Any person using this article must publish it without modification and include authors bio and links.
