Last week I got a lesson in sales from a most unlikely source. It all started with a “honey do” (which in my case immediately converts to a “honey sub contract” whenever possible) list item that had taken over that dreaded Defcon 5 Home Alert, nobody’s-happy-if-mamma-ain’t-happy position. Specifically, spring had arrived, my kids are 5 and 3, and we needed a play set in the backyard. So I priced the (much preferred) brand where the company delivers and constructs the thing for you, but unfortunately everyone in the family had seen an identical set at our favorite retail play land, Costco, for about $1000 less. All I had to do was find someone to put it together for me, in time for the Easter party we are having today, and I was good to go. (Note: At no point in time did I consider attempting to put this thing together myself. I ran a painting and light construction company in college, but just because I am physically able to complete a task does not even close to mean that I have any desire to spend every “spare” hour that I have stripping screws and running back and forth to Home Depot for missing parts. Besides, I had testimony from multiple Dads on my street that it took them like 50 weekend and evening hours to assemble theirs--enough said---this went out to bid.)
I called our go-to friend for all things Charlotte, our realtor, to suggest a handy man. Without any hesitation she recommended her cousin, and we arranged to have him come with his “crew” on Saturday and get it built. He had already taken the step to call the manufacturer and gave the estimate that it should take 4 hours. Done deal-see ya Saturday! Well, at the arranged time a truck shows up and three guys start unloading tools. The only problem: they all look like they are 12 years old to me.