Why Are Your Visitors Not Turning Into Clients?
Copyright 2006 Karl Stadler
It is a dry hot day while Bill lackadaisically watches the traffic go by on the main road. He came here to break free from the daily chores of a job, and this seemed a good investment. According to those in the know he should quite comfortably make a easy living.
What was not mentioned, nor thought of by him, was how many others are there doing the same thing. So every day now he faces Sam on the other side of the main road, doing exactly what he is doing.
Bill and Sam are both selling the same coolers, and if you are around here everyone needs one.
Every now and again a car pulls in at Bill's place having a look around, but being the shy person that he is, he just leaves them to their own devices hoping silently that they would buy. They look and they leave. Maybe one day he will see them again, and then again, maybe not.
One morning, as Bill opens up for business he notices a truck that had just pulled off the road at Sam's entrance. After watching the commotion of the people getting out of the truck he suddenly realizes what is happening, Sam is putting up a huge signboard announcing his presence.
As the days go by Bill sees his drizzle of traffic becoming less and less, all heading off to Sam. On the other side of the road.
Quietly staring across to Sam's, Bill thinks by himself whatever made him decide on this, should he call it quits. But with the amount he had already invested it would be a bitter pill to swallow.
In a last ditch effort Bill decides to follow suit. Put up a bigger board than Sam.
Geared up with his new plan he heads off to the powers that be and after looking at all the figures he comes to the cold realization that a board like Sam's will cost a small fortune, and that just to get more people who may not even buy.
He will have to sell a lot to just cover expenses, let alone make a profit.
After looking at all the alternatives he decides on a smaller board.. At the price it better work or he will be in the big city looking for a job soon, back from whence he came. 'Has my dream become my nightmare', he thinks to himself as he heads back. There is such a lot of traffic, if he could just get a little.
The board is up but the traffic only trickles in. Those that do stop stay only for a brief period and they drive off again. On the odd occasion one would buy, but the cost of that board far exceeds the profits.
One morning upon awakening it happens, in a flash of brilliance!
Scraping his last money together he buys a cheap fridge, fills it up with coke, changes the signboard to read