Yesterday the long-awaited event happened. The farmer's market opened and we all got our first taste of small business running (at least I did.)
It opened at 10:00 in the morning and we weren't prepared the night before, so we all got up at about six and started baking and bagging and planning. Not a smart idea on the day that it starts. Unluckily, I had a cemetery clean-up for a ward activity, so I missed out on the first hour of selling. I can't tell you anything about that.
But after the service project, I can tell you plenty. When I got there, our booth was all set up pretty and everything, and there were TONS of people. There was some 'psycho lady' as Chestnut explained it, singing songs off of a karaoke, a southern bar-b-cue run by a nice black lady next door to our booth, and a bunch of strange prospective customers. I was assigned to handing out free samples of our homemade granola and trying to sell it. You WOULD NOT BELIEVE how many hopeless people there are out there who don't even know what granola is. This is how the sample handing-out would go: (one of my friends was selling candied almonds and caramel popcorn from our booth and handing out samples.)
Me: Would you like a sample of free granola?
Customer: (Wearing a distasteful expression) Uh. . . no thanks. (Walks on quickly, acting scared or something.)
Friend: Would you like a sample of candied almonds or popcorn?
Customer: (Same person- immediately lightens up) Why yes, I'd love some! (Takes a huge handful of each, then walks into the booth to see if they can buy a real bag of the sample food)
Ta-da! See how popular I was??? Every person I could get to taste it liked it, but didn't buy any. People are hopeless. I guess they thought that we were organic hippies or something. I don't know. But towards the end I bought skewered fried chicken sticks and scones from the bar-b-cue and they were delicious. So all's well that ends well.
Right now my mom is debating on whether it would be worth it to come back next week. She's fumed on government egg-selling regulations and wants to maybe take her business elsewhere.
4 comments:
Down with lousy government interference with my eggs!!
And you're being way too hard on yourself. Selling is tough work - great missionary prep - and I saw several bags disappearing to buyers while you were there. I thought you did great!
I'm tired though, how about you?
That's about the whole of my life at the moment. :) When I got home I immediately fell asleep and took a two-hour nap.
I'm too lazy to change the user name and delete this- so this is Yohan. :)
I can't believe you closed the pole for naming the sheep! I go for Gertrude! I think the Farmer's Market sounds like fun! Are your feet sore?!
We've all had similar experiences Yohan. It polishes you up to a be a sparkling diamond! Some people just aren't as smart as others---and they miss out on delicious treats! Maybe some of them were Obama supporters and thought you should place it IN their mouth. Just a thought :) Entitled, you know.
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