A few days ago, I was signing copies of my book – Climb Your Stairway to Heaven:
9 habits of maximum happiness – at
flea market. Nobody expects an author to sign books at a flea market. Some people sell a few worn-over books, but authors just don't do book signings at flea markets. Especially not books about finding happiness.I've never been afraid to be different, to take
road less traveled, to wander off
beaten path and run gleefully right over a cliff. Fortunately for me,
flea market is on low ground and I had
chance to learn a few things just watching people.
Pop Quiz: Is it best to wedge your booth between other booths piled with junk, where nobody even notices you are there? Or is it better to have a booth out in
open away from
clutter, where people can easily see you and get to your booth?
I learned
hard way. My booth was out in
open away from
clutter, where people could easily pick up speed and zoom right past. (But I was right next to a support beam, so at least I knew
roof wouldn't cave in on me.)
Apparently,
sales process at
flea market works like this:
Step one, some fool actually stops to look at a toaster-oven with only three coils missing, partially blocking
aisle.
Step two, a traffic jam ensues as more people come along and completely block
aisle.
Step three, to relieve their boredom, they buy "treasures" they would gladly have passed by if they could just have picked up enough momentum to keep walking. Isn't that a lot like how "gurus" sell stuff on
Internet?
Step four, they go home and brag about their great "find" and how it cost them almost 14 cents less than any of
other "Happiness is surviving your own cooking" commemorative plaques in their collection.
I leaned my second lesson. To sell anything, you have to slow people down. So I stood in front of my booth.
"Free bookmark, sir?"