It’s kinda sad but true. You went into this business, retail storekeeping, resale division, at least in part because you like people. But shortly after getting into your shop, you
realized one thing:
The biggest thought on your clients’ minds is
WII*FM.
That’s right. They do not care one whit (one iota, one single mote, a nanobreath) about you. All they want to know is WIIFM. And no, that’s not a radio station.
But the fun thing about WIIFM ? It’s so easy to satisfy…if you know it exists.
So what, you may well ask, is WIIFM?
It’s the question that is in the top of everyone’s mind, 24/7; old, young, or in-between. Male, female, vegetable or mineral. It’s the, if I may wax metaphysical here for a moment, the very Engine of Existence.
It’s: What’s in it****** for ME?
And it’s the question you must answer in every single message you send to your customers. Every flier, ad, info piece, web site, business card, consignment agreement, store sign, even your business name. And most certainly, your tag line.
Tell the customer what’s in it for her. Tell him again and again. Never miss an opportunity to tell them why they should do business, every chance they get, with you. And that’s the ONLY time the concept of “you”, the shopkeeper, the owner, the slave, should appear anywhere near your business.
They don’t care about you. They care about them. And that is as it should be. After all, they are being asked, cajoled, tempted, persuaded to part with their hard-earned money for some else: a dress or a dresser, a crib or a collage. It should be about them, about their personal payoff, about their self-interest.
So the next time you want to motivate, to beguile, to part the public with their lucre, remember to always always answer the question: WIIFM.
Read More: Here and here. Obviously, a subject I care DEEPLY about.
consignment circles, where the brands she invented are, in a sense, the very definition of many shops. “We carry Liz Claiborne and up” is the phrase many shops use to describe their merchandise.
Do you get tongue-tied when someone asks you what you do for a living? Stutter & stumble, blush & belittle yourself?
