How to Increase Retail Sales
Container Store co-founder shares secret shopping encounters
10:58 AM CST on Wednesday, February 17, 2010
If Garrett Boone could, he would ban retail workers from asking, “How are you doing today?” and “Can I help you find anything?”
The 66-year-old co-founder of the Container Store says rote, mindless greetings draw rote, mindless and dismissive responses from customers – even when they need guidance.
One way to get on the nerves of Garrett Boone, chairman emeritus of the Container Store, is to ask the rote, ‘How are you doing today, sir?’
He cringes when he overhears employees use such vapid lines. And as a customer, this pseudo-interest drives him crazy.
“I’ll respond, ‘No thank you,’ automatically, even when I desperately need help,” he says. “Then I’ll think, ‘I didn’t really mean that,’ turn around and the person’s gone. They’re no longer in shouting distance.”
To prove his theory, Boone went on a shopping spree.
After four hours shopping at about 30 stores and encountering more than 60 salespeople, Boone came home with two pairs of jeans, a shirt and a half-dozen pairs of socks – spending $250 on a day when he set the sky as the limit.
He shared his mystery shopper experience with employees in a Container Store blog he writes as one of his duties as chairman emeritus.
Now he’s sharing it with you – just don’t expect him to name names.
For his undercover mission, Boone dressed in a blazer (sans his signature bow tie) and his best Panama hat. “I looked like I had money to spend. If somebody was willing to sell it and I needed it, I was willing to buy.”
He headed to NorthPark Center and the shops along Knox-Henderson. He only went into stores where he might actually buy something. “I spent time looking carefully at items that interested me. I gave them every opportunity to connect.”
The good news was that almost every store had a greeter. But over and over again he heard: “How are you doing today, sir?”
His response – “Great. I’m just looking” – usually elicited a pro forma, “That’s great.”
End of contact.
Several high-end housewares stores had staff attending the register areas. None of those stores had anyone working the floor.
“I walked past them and said hello. They looked at me and smiled. I stopped 10 feet away, looking at stuff with great interest. Not one salesperson left the register to help me.”
He looked at $3,000 designer suits at a specialty retailer. No one approached him. He wound up buying $40 dress socks.
He walked into a “really neat energy store” (since closed) and was looking at a $6,000 computerized-flush toilet. The salesman asked whether he was finding everything OK instead of pointing out the marvels of the commode.
“It was sad because he wanted to help, but he didn’t know how to engage me in a conversation,” Boone says.
Shopping endorphins kicked in only twice.
Once came at a trendy men’s clothing store just as he was about to leave. “Suddenly there was this salesman, 30ish, who, with a big smile and a great deal of energy, said, ‘I love your hat, man! What a great style.’
“It was shameless flattery,” Boone says, “but it was delivered sincerely. It made me stop. I said, ‘Thanks. This is my favorite hat.’
“Until he said that, I didn’t realize how worn down and depressed I was from watching retail being done so poorly. I suddenly felt great, upbeat.”
Boone bought two pairs of jeans, a shirt and more socks.
His second A-plus experience was at an eyeglasses store where he was studying a wall of Polarized optic sunglasses for fly-fishing. “This young man walked up to me and said, ‘Are you going to use your own frames or do you need frames, too?’ He’d watched to see what I was looking at, saw that I was wearing glasses and was trying to take the next step. That got us to talking about the sunglasses.”
Boone wasn’t able to buy because he needs a new prescription. But he’ll go back.
He delights in catching customers off-guard.
In the early ’70s, when Boone was managing the Storehouse in Preston Center East, he asked the first customer of the day to dance.
“Without pausing, she said, ‘Oh, no thanks, I’m just looking.’ She walked past me about 20 feet, stopped, turned around and said, ‘What did you say?’ “
When Boone repeated his invitation, she said sheepishly: “Not right now. But I do need help with a sofa for my apartment.”
She bought a couch, two chairs and accessories.
“She was so programmed to hear a question that I could have said anything and she would have responded, ‘No thanks, I’m just looking.’ “
That’s why he prefers a statement to a question as an opener.
“Before approaching a customer, pay attention to her and then say something that tells her you’re paying attention. Say something flattering about her clothing, purse, jewelry, hat, the person she’s with. But you’ve got to mean it.”
Boone tells about a search for hardware a couple of years ago. He’d been directed to Home Depot only to be told, “Nah, we don’t have anything like that.”
After going from store to store for hours, he went back to Home Depot for a second try.
“I was in the tool section when a guy named Bob came up said, ‘You look lost.’ “
Bob found the hardware and suggested an impact drill for installation.
“I’d always wanted an impact drill,” Boone says. “I wound up buying $300 worth of stuff because this guy knew what he was talking about.
“I told him, ‘I should recruit you for the Container Store. But I need you here.’ “
One of Garrett Boone’s jobs as chairman emeritus of the Container Store is to train employees and help maintain the culture. Here are some of the great customer pickup lines he overheard in his latest round of Container Store visits:
•”I bet your closet looks just like this.”
•”Let me tell you what you are looking at.”
•”You’re looking at the sixth Elfa closet. Let me show you how Elfa can work for you.”
•”You look like somebody who didn’t find what you’re looking for. Let me help you.” (to a customer with an empty basket about to leave)
•”The one in the left hand is definitely the best choice!” (to a customer holding two items)
•”Looks like you’re hung up on hangers.” (to a man staring at the hanger wall)
•”Tape measure to the rescue!” (to a customer puzzling over size)
When Garrett Boone went mystery shopping, he called himself “Inspector MID.” That’s Container Store code for “Man in the Desert” selling.
Here’s how Boone explains MID:
“A man lost in the desert for weeks stumbles across an oasis and is offered a glass of water. But if you stop to think, you probably realize he also needs food, a place to sleep, a phone to call his family, a pair of shoes and a hat and umbrella to screen the sun’s rays.
“When a customer comes looking for shoe storage, most retailers help her find a shoe rack – that glass of water. We know she needs a complete solution for her entire closet.
“Man in the Desert selling teaches our salespeople to become so immersed in the customer’s needs that we complete their solution instinctively.”
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I am not sure how to begin. Not much of a surprise there, considering how much of my day I spend not know how it will end. If there is no beginning and there is no end, what am I really doing? So lately, I have taken the aimless days back and began filling them with who I really am. And I got close in these past two days. I read, I blogged, hell I even worked out. And life appeared to come into focus, but poof it skittered away as soon the light of confusion hit it.
I am sick of not k nowing. I am also sick of knowing then realizing that its false. But most of all, I am sick of wondering when my life willl be complete. But then I get a call from my nephew or niece, or a quick lick from my dog, or Preeti smiles her preciousness at me, and I wonder if I need anything more. Is there a balance between completely helpless to wanting to take over the world? Or am I just socially bipolar?

I sit in this quiet room, itching to turn on the TV, or go read, anything to make this minute go by the point where I am still single, still living alone, still without issue. I want to squeeze the annoying me out and bitch slap myself some nuts. And for that utterly small moment, I just want to NOT BE.,,
And the quiet allows me that frustration, and slowly massages back into the unsure but believer Sanjay.
Life will change. So will I. Things will get better. I will not be alone. I promise all that.
I hope someone’s listening.
Breathing Life
It took me a minute to realize that I was living again these days. Yea sure, I was breathing for the past 38 years but in the past few weeks, months and years, I yearned more for a life than actually living one. My first real breath came when I met Preeti 3 years ago, but since then I have been holding my breath, impatiently waiting to create a new future.
And then it hit me, no one is forcing me to do anything, and yes I have been acting like I will die if my life isnt exactly how I dreamt it would be. And then a bigger hit when I realized that if I began living my days the way I saw fit, I wouldnt be dreaming anymore. I think it was just easier to blame others or explain away my own lethargy because lets face it, living a true life is just plain hard. Sure, I have had it easier than others in terms of family, money, perhaps even education, yet I still was waiting for someone to fire the gun and say “Go!”
Ofcourse, I feel silly now, but more than that, I realize that no one is the cause of my unhappiness except for myself, and if I really want to stop feeling sorry for myself, I need to get my chunky ass into the gym, write more, read every day, love Preeti the way she wants to be loved and be the friend, lover, brother, uncle I fancied myself to be. It’s crazy how a 34 minute on a purported weight loss stair master can make one realize, “hey I am actually enjoying this” even though can I feel my tummy jiggle (not too much though, I promise. I am not THAT fat, not yet anyway).
And so breathing I shall do, and you know what, it actually feels good. Now, if I just can stick to breathing regularly and living my life NOW.
Inspector Gadget
As I clicked on my 55″ LED TV, I had to decide in seconds whether I wanted to watch my Apple TV, check out the Laker game on cable or switch on my Blu Ray and finally finish season 20 of The Simpsons.
As I puzzled for those precious seconds, I checked my email on my Iphone absentmindedly and promised myself that I really needed to get a to do list done.
I agreed with myself that it was time to check out the movies I had downloaded on my Apple TV. While my Harmony remote turned on all the right components, I poured a beer from my Beer Tender and turned on my IPOD on the receiver so the rest of the house could sing to me me very out of date playlist.
Life is good, I said to myself. Until I realized, I was speaking to myself
I then noticed that my Kindle is fully charged so I grabbed it and turned it on, reading a few pages in quick sucession from The Power of Less. The irony bitch slapping me as the author focus is minimizing the things in 1 life and getting more done with less.
So I restlessly toss the Kindle next to my Chumby and debate on whether I should charge up my FloTV. I remember the books words, shake my head, and turn my attention back to Apple TV and begin watching Aziz Ansari’s comedy special.
Forgotten amongst all these gadgets was my desire to work out, to read a book a week, to blog frequently and reconnect with myself.
Instead, I sat alone with my gadgets, and convinced myself all was right in my world.

