I'm like, bro, we not friends.
Ever since I took my lemon in for its dieselgate warranty fixes, I've gotten a constant stream of texts, emails, and even fake handwritten sticky notes over standard, printed marketing material from the VW dealership—as if that makes it more personal—to buy my car so I can be loaned money for a new car. Not gonna happen, boss.
I think sales marketing in some spaces is very much stuck in the old ways. Pressure and language just don't work in an age of being able to look up your company and read about the shiesty business practices. No. You're a predatory company, and you cannot make a deal with me.
Parallel scenario:
We are getting new windows, and boy howdy… The guy who came in, took measurements, went over a few options, then knew when to get on his way was also the one who won my business. Not to mention the contracts weren't endless pages of 8pt ot 6pt type of disclaimers, or even required earnest money for even just a h*ckin quote.
Those other "sales" "professionals"…
my guy, if you stick around at my kitchen table after your pitch trying to make small talk, in some outdated attempt to make me think my "deal" is going away if you walk out the door, or that you're my friend? You've already lost my business. GTFO my house! So stupid. Might've worked on my parents (or even grandparents), but seriously, GFTO. We're not friends.
