Though just days from an age 65 retirement, I’d suggest training if you tried to keep up with him. I’ve seen his own shadow almost give up in frustration.
He had a full time career with J.R. Smith, helping assemble a few million specialty plumbing products, then moved into receiving, spanning as he told me, “23 years, 5 months, 2 days and about 6 hours… or thereabouts.” Andrew is rarely without supporting evidence.
Yet his “other” full time job was being a father to son, Eric, who’s with the Federal Railroad and daughter Rachelle, vice president of a bank. Andrew also unhesitatingly calls his nieces Kerry and Kimberly – both business owners – his “daughters” since they raised them as well. His wife, Eva, was equally active, but Fibromyalgia and Arthritis had other plans, enlisting Andrew as supportive caretaker for the last 14 years.
And his other full time job was lawn maintenance. He probably did other things, but I am getting tired of listing them all. Yet atop all this…
He was also a master of generating referrals, as many as he wanted, when and where he wanted. At the price he said, and here’s how he did it.
He was our lawn maintenance guy. Did it by himself too. Pulled a neatly-crafted and packed trailer behind his trusty silver Dodge Ram truck. Weed eaters, blowers, and a Snapper Mower than was more an extension of his hands and feet than a separate machine. Many a Saturday, I’d see Andrew, turning a zero radius circle around one of too many pine trees, never dropping a shaving of bark nor the ash of his Kool, with the fluidity of an ice skater, (yet thankfully in khaki instead of spandex.) Where he willed, the Snapper went.
And if our yard wasn’t enough, he had the neighbors to the left. And the right. And two doors down, plus the next one, and a couple more he’d hit on his way home. Master of efficiency, he had to “disengage” from one customer who was well off the route. “I had to tell her the drive was too much for an old man” he said to me once, adding “She wasn’t all that darn nice either.” I laughed, but he wasn’t done. “I hope she doesn’t move to a yard that’s more convenient”.
You can tell by the ‘connection’ to customers that if Andrew got one job, he’d get all the other ones he wanted, where he wanted, at the price he said. Shopping was over. Why? Because Andrew’s referrals were so enthusiastic you’d half question if there was some pyramid scheme of sudden riches coming to the referring party.
He got jobs – at will – in our neighborhood of yard-crazy people (historic neighborhood in the deep south, need I say more?) that is regularly patrolled by the ‘big’ companies. Their postcards were tossed, their TV commercials rendered us blind, the radio ads made us deaf. All we knew when prodded was, “Andrew does our yard,” usually recited like unwavering, slobbering robots. And we were.
Until Andrew retired from us.
Finding his “replacement” will be in word only. Oh sure, the “new” guy may have a little more bounce in his step, some more “moderness” to the approach, and potentially more eagerness for additional clients. But he ain’t gonna be Andrew, and that’s a fact. The beauty of Andrew’s legacy, only briefly shared herein, has a marketing thread of fascination for me in that he scored 100% of the jobs he wanted, sans price-shopping.
He “Advertised” his work while doing his work. A neat truck, parked out front, with good well maintained equipment was better than an interstate of billboards. If you’re NOT doing this, plus yard signs, and/or parking pylons, and/or door hangers, and/or windshield signage, how are the neighbors to know you’re ‘endorsed’?
Focused marketing efforts. Andrew controlled his jobs instead of the other way around. Sure, he could’ve gotten jobs in multiple inconvenient locations, but he focused on a particular customer, in a particular area, and “owned” that area.
Pricing insensitivity. Andrew could price a job since he had to move his truck a few feet, spreading the ‘windshield time’ over the adjacent yards, where others had to quote from a ‘rate sheet’ that unwisely assumed a trip charge regardless of relative proximity. Smart.
Established a Referral chain. Each new job came with a blessing and endorsement from the previous. This was the ‘first step’ in a three step process that followed with…
Asked a simple question of the potential referrer: “If I introduce myself to your neighbors, is it okay if I tell them that I do your work?” Who’s gonna say ‘no’ to that? No one did. Thus the near simultaneous 3rd step…
Qualified Introduction: Andrew would introduce himself as being the lawn maintenance professional for
Generally a phone call would ensue, which began the blathering, which ended in “SOLD!”
Regular re-endorsement and relationship building – We got an invoice monthly, sometimes with a hand written note (bill stuffer anyone?) and a Christmas card every year. It’s the small stuff that can make the strongest glue.
If Andrew had been a “company” of more than one, I’d have recommended all these, but using media to broaden the message. The message remains the same…
Your referrals will not “just happen” in the numbers you could get if you “made them happen”. Andrew made his happen. You must target, ask, follow up, and perform as promised, then repeat. If you do this for 23 years, 5 months, 2 days and about 6 hours… or thereabouts, you can grow your referrals and retire happy too.
Happy retirement Andrew. Me and my overgrown yard already miss you.
Questions for You:
■ What “ACTIONS” do you take to ensure that one customer leads to many? I’d suggest a 7 step follow up procedure, beginning on the first day following a new customer contact, spread over the next 120 days, with 2-4 ‘programmed’ contacts until they moved, died, or told you to go away.
■ What “SYSTEM” is in place to make sure the actions don’t get “forgotten”? This is a biggee. Our “Endless Referrals” program is designed to be just that, putting a single person in charge of this (should take 20 minutes a month) to enact.
1 comment:
What a great story presentation! Thank you for taking the time to write it for all of us out here. Encouragement like this goes a very long way.
Diane,
Pizzazz for Places & Spaces
Portland, Oregon
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