A Hot Night in a Furniture Store
5 12 2005“There is more similarity in the marketing challenge of selling a precious painting by Degas and a frosted mug of root beer than you ever thought possible.”
A. Alfred Taubman
I spent my Saturday night on a hot date with my girlfriend at a furniture store. Not just any furniture story, but one partially owned by
The feeling I had upon entering the store is difficult to describe. It’s a mixture of shock and a feeling similar to how I imagine my old history professor felt during his first visit to Yankee Stadium.
Here are the things I noticed: a 30 foot high ceiling; an 8 year old swinging from a real trapeze; bright colors and jelly beans everywhere; a larger-than-life green monster eating a Boston Red Sox player; a colorful display of lights illuminating water fountains. My own need to suppress my excitement before my girlfriend caught on.
I watched people for several minutes, and many people began to interact with the products, their curiosity turning into genuine interest. The remaining exiting patrons were led through a narrow, carefully constructed path to tour “All things comfortable and all things good gift ideas.” The phrase ‘experience,’ is almost as overused as ‘solution.’ Do you really have a dentist experience? A McDonald’s experience? I have to credit









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