A few Saturdays ago I was walking through a sidewalk sale in my town. It was one of those boring, run-of-the-mill sales with bits of this and that displayed up and down the street.
Something did catch my eye though.
In one of the little booths was a display of probably at least a hundred pieces of jewelry. But it wasn’t ordinary jewelry. It was all made out of coins that were cut in dozens of different designs… crosses, stars, hearts, animals, musical instruments; everything imaginable. I thought this was really something, as the metalwork was incredibly precise.
I got the attention of the gentleman behind the booth (with some effort) and asked what kind of machine was used to cut the coins so intricately. I figured it had to be some sort of laser. But lo and behold, he held up a small handsaw. He proceeded to tell me that he cut every single one of these coins by hand. By hand! I couldn’t believe it.
Unfortunately though, no one seemed very interested in his jewelry.
Later that day it struck me… this poor fellow was just trying to sell cut up coins. Impressive as they were, there was no story behind them.
When there’s no story, people make up their own. I did. I assumed the coins were cut by a large machine in some other state (maybe even another country) and they were bought in bulk by this man, who now sat glumly behind his booth, hoping someone would buy something so he could pay his rent. That’s the story I told myself. The man didn’t tell me a story about his product, so I made one up. I had to rouse him from a depressed trance in order to find out the real story.
What if he told the story himself? It would all too be easy. All he’d have to do is sit outside the booth, set up a worktable, and make the jewelry as people passed by. That’s it. I bet he’d sell three times as much jewelry doing that. People would stop to watch, become intrigued, and end up buying.
Of course, he could do even more if he were so inclined (though, judging by his demeanor, he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would be “so inclined”). He could have a poster with information about how long it takes for him to make each piece, how many pieces he’s made in his lifetime, the places he’s sold them, etc., etc. He could have testimonials from people saying how much they love their jewelry and what a great conversation piece they are. He could display boxes filled with the rejected pieces, showing what a high standard he has for his work.
But he didn’t do any of that. The poor guy thought he was just selling pieces of jewelry.
The question is, do you see your business/product/service as a commodity, consequently squelching the intriguing story that’s behind it? If you do, is there a way you could let that story out?