The Art of Selling
The first time I manned a store – I think I was 14 at that time (maybe) – I chased the customer away.
Yes, I had one customer. Because my mom would not let me talk to any other customer after that. I think. (my recollection is a little hazy)
We were selling batik clothes and some imported goods in a dry good stall and I was being very enterprising, butting in the conversation, giving the one customer (a man, I think) this option and that. He almost bought something but I think he got confused because I kept showing him stuff after stuff. (giggles)
He left without buying anything and I was kind-of blamed. I never really tried to sell after that.
But last weekend, I had to.