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Wonders
This was the third iron in a couple of years. OK, so we have a lot of clothes in our house – and a wonderful babysitter who irons once the children are in bed. But iron lasted only seven months before steam started spurting from unlikely places.
And there began one of those wonderful episodes that restores your faith in human nature (and does wonders for your network marketing business).
I couldn’t find the receipt. But since we get a discount on our household bills by buying electrical stuff from Comet, I took it back and there I found one of those rare and really helpful shop assistants. Betweeen him and the computer we found my purchase. He looked up the price I’d paid and deducted that from the price of a new and even grander iron. Then he gave me another five percent – and then of course I paid with my Cashback Card and got a further five per cent!
It all generated such good vibes that I said: “I haven’t seen you in here before. Have you worked here long?”
It turned out that he used to be a football coach at Ipswich Town (I never knew they had more than one). But now he was getting paid to play by some minor league club, he needed his Saturdays off. Ipswich Town wouldn’t give them to him – but Comet would.
And guess what that meant I could say: “You ought to have a look at what I do. I get time off whenever I want it.”
“Really,” he said. “What do you do?”
What else could he say? Actually, what I could have done - instead of just giving him a card as the manager came bearing down, sensing extra-curricular activity – was to say: “I just talk to people.”
- like for instance the demonstrator offering cream cheese in Sainsbury’s or the man in the queue at the checkout: “I always give one of the of these to people next to me in queues. It’s about money.”
The next thing you know, this man told me all about how he paid off his mortgage in only six years. He expounded on debt being the curse of modern life. He boasted that back in the days of high interest rates his neighbour’s mortgage increase had been more than his total payment…
Once you get used to it, all this chatting seems very effortless – but never so much as when the man behind the counter in the petrol station said: “How do I make money then?”
What? Oh yes… I was wearing my badge – the one that says: “Save money… Make money – Ask me how?” I don’t even notice I’ve got it on any more.
I left him writing his name, email address and mobile number in my little notebook while I went back to the car to get a DVD.
And if anyone asks me if all this ever does any good, I can tell them that today, the company’s computer sent me two emails telling me who had downloaded informatiion packs from the website…