Pancakes for the orphans

The doorbell rang. Normally my reflex is to stick my head out of the window and look down to see who’s at the door, but this time I just went downstairs and went to the front door. I took out my key and opened the lock, turning three times to the left, thinking the person outside must be thinking I live in a fortress. Which I do, in many ways. I’m a bit of a hermit, not too fond of visitors invading my personal space. It’s a personal oddity, I confess, but I’m just not that much into socializing.

I opened the door and saw a woman standing in the drizzling rain. She looked a bit unhappy, a tad unhealthy, and she held a pack of pancakes in her hand. She started telling me that once a year, they – she said ‘we’ – sold pancakes to help the orphans of… and the rest of the name escaped me.

I felt conflicting thoughts and energies weaving their way through me. I don’t buy at the door. I don’t eat sugar. I don’t have any money to spare on frivolities like this. I wonder what they cost. Orphans, that’s a good cause, why wouldn’t I spend some money on them? Ah well, I can always give them to my sister and her kids, they will like them. That way I don’t have to ruin my own teeth.

I heard myself say, ‘How much do they cost?’ She said 5 euros. I groped into my pockets, thinking I probably didn’t have 5 euros on me and wondering what I’d do if I had to run upstairs for more – leave the door open, ajar, risk her coming in and robbing my home? I groped some more and found out that indeed, I did have 5 euros and even more on me. So I gave her 5, took the pancakes and thanked her, wishing her good luck with the rest of her sales tour.

Against all odds

Back inside, I wondered what had made me buy. Because this was a transaction against all odds. Like I said, I don’t buy at the door, I don’t eat sugar, the salesperson didn’t look attractive or convincing, and yet I went to open the door without checking in advance and bought without much afterthought.

It crossed my mind that maybe she didn’t have any connection with orphans at all. She didn’t show me an accreditation with the name, address and stamp of an orphanage. Even if I’d caught the name of the organisation she mentioned, I wouldn’t have recognized it, because I’m not familiar with the world of orphans.

Did I care? Not really. I mean care about the possibility that this was a scam. I thought it was a worthy cause and a tasty product at a reasonable price, so I bought it.

Show up

Does it really matter how much strategy, vision and values you’ve got in your sales approach? I’m not sure. Sometimes I think the basic premise of sales transactions is showing up. Make sure you’re there. Have the guts to go from door to door, even if you don’t look flourishing or particularly ravishing. Show up and tell what you’ve got to offer, even if you don’t do it very brilliantly or convincingly.

Was I in her target group? Who knows how her target group was defined – if at all. ‘People living in Bruges’, at the most. Was I a likely buyer? Not in a million years. So what made me go downstairs, open the door and buy a product I’m not likely to consume? Her good vibes? She didn’t look like she was deliberately minding her vibe, as some of us would say. What were the odds of me having 5 euros in coins in my pockets? Small. What were the odds of me opening the door for a stranger selling door to door? Even smaller.

And yet she caught me unawares, and even hooked me for a sale.
Maybe it was her absence of glamour, of sales technique, of pushy, glitzy talk, that made me grope into my pockets and fish out five euros. Maybe it was her take it or leave it approach – I could see on her face that she wouldn’t have minded if I had said no – she’d probably had her fair share of no’s already that afternoon. But I said yes, and thank you.

Never underestimate the power of showing up. Even if you don’t have the looks, or the brilliance or the perfect sales pitch. Just show up and tell what you’ve got to offer – take it or leave it, no harm done. You never know that the wrong person might be in the right mood at the right moment. And happen to have some extra change in their pockets.

8 Replies to “Pancakes for the orphans”

  1. Great post! I liked the pictures, too. It does often seem to require being caught unawares to step forward and risk ourselves… almost like if we are really conscious, we are more wary and may, in fact, miss all kinds of interesting experiences! 🙂

  2. Love it! This speaks volumes to me – WAY more than all the shouting, desperate, pushy sales pitches that find their way to my Inbox month after month, promising to turn my business into an overnight success if ONLY I will buy their exclusive secret sales techniques. Take it or leave it, just show up. Perfect!

  3. Thanks, everyone.
    And yes, the pancakes tasted good! But my point was about the act of a sales transaction, even regardless of the product. Still, allways a good thing when the product’s all right, too…

  4. Hmm.

    This gave me food for thought (pun intended. I think).

    I have my own company, where I myself is the brand, and I am finding out that I cannot sell myself even if my life depended on it. (And yes, I know. I should have thought about this before starting the company. And yes. I do have a day job too.)

    Ok, this comment is ending up a ramble with no real point, so I’ll stop now.

    But thank you for this.

  5. I hear you, Marie. I know how that feels. I guess that’s why I wanted to write about this.

    There’s so much talk about branding, personal branding, sales strategies & tactics, missions & visions & values. But honestly, if you’d do a survey among entrepreneurs and ask them how they really, honestly feel about sales, deep down in their hearts… I guess many of them would want to do away with all the big talk and just do it their own way, even if that’s not always earth-shattering or splendid or Profoundly Deep.

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