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November 14, 2008
Oddest Thing Yesterday
Ding-dong went the doorbell, the dogs go apesh*t and...there's an Edward Jones type at the front door with a pamphlet and business card, asking major dad to give him a call if he needs any advice. On, you know, like any of the 57 things they're financial wizards at.
Hmmm. Can't say as we've ever experienced a door-to-door investment solicitation. I'm not sure if that's marketing genius, or a desperation move putting them on the level of the "prime-steaks-in-the-back-of-the-truck" guy, who was just delivering to your neighbor (!) and thought he'd stop to see if you were interested, since...well...he had them in the back of the truck.
Note to Ed and Co.: we've never bought those steaks, either. Your model may need tweaking, but I don't think ringing doorbells sends the right note, capiche?
Posted by tree hugging sister at November 14, 2008 11:14 AM
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You better not give them any business. You will be disowned. But that is their business model, as they knocked on our door back in Norf Cackalackie, and the lovely CAG broke the bad news to them. But turned out they had just moved from the St Louis area, so they had a long talk.
Posted by: Crusader at November 14, 2008 06:52 PM
It would be a great sales model if they offered vacuum cleaners as well. If you don't to invest, maybe you have a dirty rug.....
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at November 14, 2008 07:23 PM
I had to move up to Orlando before I found out that they even still did door-to-door sales. In Miami a stranger knocking on someone's door trying to sell something is liable to get a facefull of lead. Or else a little abuela (Cuban grandma) in a housedress who can't speak English and who is mostly deaf anyway.
Posted by: Andrea Harris at November 18, 2008 09:50 PM