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Don’t say the S-word unless you mean it

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

The next time I’m tempted to blow off a customer’s complaint with a quick, thoughtless “I’m sorry,” I vow to remember a recent, sorry car rental experience.

I was in Las Vegas, picking up my rental car for a one-way trip across Arizona and New Mexico. I’d booked the car well in advance, but when I got to the rental counter at McCarran Airport, I decided it was best to use a different credit card than the one in my computer record. “Sorry,” the Budget rep told me, “but this is a one-way rental, so we can’t alter the contract at all.”

“Really?’ I persisted, “because you just added a second driver to the contract, and that apparently was no problem.”

“Sorry,” she said again without a hint of sorrow in her voice, “but that’s the policy. You’re returning in Albuquerque, and they won’t let us change anything.”

I was halfway across the Arizona desert when the oil light came on. I quickly pulled the contract out of my glove compartment and called Budget’s 800 number. “Would you like to extend your rental?” the customer service rep offered right off the bat.

Uh, no, I wanted to shorten my rental, turning it in one day early so I could get a properly maintained car. “Sorry, sir, but we can’t change the contract on a one-way rental. You’ll have to talk to the Las Vegas location where you picked up the car.”

I politely tried pointing out the flaw in this logic: She had just offered to extend my rental, so why couldn’t she shorten it? “Sorry,” she said again, “let me connect you with Las Vegas.”

Three customer service reps and three “sorry’s” later, I decided it would be easier to stick with my current vehicle for another 48 hours, even if the engine ground to a standstill from lack of oil.

When my business in Santa Fe was done, I waited dutifully in line at the Albuerque Airport to change the credit card on my rental. The man behind the counter looked shocked at the request. “I’m sorry sir,” he said, “but we can’t change the contract on this end. You’d have to contact the originating location for that. Would you like me to give you the phone number for Las Vegas?”

By my count, that made at least eight “sorry’s” during a four-day rental. And that was the moment I decided on a new policy for my own business: “Sorry” is now considered a dirty word in any conversation with a customer. We’ll never use the S-word as a kind of bored shorthand for “I’ve got more important things to do and I really just want to get you out of my hair.”

Just as we would never curse at a customer, we’re never going to say “sorry,” either — not unless we immediately follow up the S-word with another phrase that shows we really mean it.

Right now I’m thinking that phrase should be: “How can I make it better?”

I’m open to suggestions, on that, however. What do you think is the best way to indicate that “sorry” is more than just an empty word? Leave your thoughts below.

What’s Behind Card #1?

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

Hidden label

Call me paranoid, but I always try to hide labels when shooting pics of new cards. Don’t want some winery lawyer hitting me with a cease-and-desist letter, after all!

Still, some sharp-eyed reader can probably figure out what maker produced this bottle of Pinot. Post your guess here, and we’ll send four free prost!cards to the first correct response.

Of Wine Bars and Wal-Mart

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

I was at my local Publix supermarket the other day when I suffered a crisis of conscience. There I was, browsing along a vast wine aisle, when I thought of the really great little wine boutique just a couple of blocks from my house. I like their selection, their staff, their decor — everything about them. So what was I doing buying my wine at the big, soulless competition?

I’m a huge supporter of small business, so this is a major issue for me. I write a daily newsletter for entrepreneurs. I contribute frequently to Entrepreneur.com. I even did a stint with NFIB at the beginning of my career. Philosophically, there is no one more inclined to choose “boutique” over “big box.” So what gives?

Many people say the big box phenomenon is driven by convenience, but I think that’s only partly right. A bigger issue may be comfort. Independent wine retailers like to brag that their selections are adventuresome, quirky, even challenging. Those are all great things, up to a point, but sometimes I don’t want to think that much. Comfort wines, like comfort foods, are popular because people know just what to expect. On weeknights, in particular, I don’t want to think too deeply about what I’m drinking. I just want a warm, mellow red that pairs nicely with reruns of How I Met Your Mother.

So here’s my plea to the independents: Stock a couple of nice, familiar comfort wines from big, well-known wineries. They may not be especially sexy — or even profitable — but they’ll get me in your door more often. And while I’m there, I promise I’ll pick up some of your more “challenging” selections. After all, I watch Mad Men and The Colbert Report, too.