Can You Plan for Customer Joy?
I sat at lunch finishing a proposal today. I’m at my favorite bagel shop* where, if I weren’t so busy, I’d notice that I’m having a lousy time. The diet Coke, my caffeinated lifeline, is watery, and the Italian Chicken Panini, which I indulge in only when I can afford the kcals, is gummy with cheese and nearly devoid of chicken.
I eat half (no kcal worries at least), give up, and go back to writing. On the face of it this is not a plan for customer joy.
While I’m lost in my own head, a half an hour passes. The Manager offers to clear my table (why I love this place—a clear table to spread out my work! I’m always there at an off hours, not taking room from a needy eater, and they make a peaceful haven for me to think). I look up for just enough time to say Oh, sure, and dive back into the work.
Maybe he notices my food is half-eaten, maybe it’s just his routine, but he pauses a moment in silence. I look up again.
How was everything today?
I consider the work I’m trying to do right now, then the work of Maximum Customer Experience that I do every day, and though it’s unlikely to make it up the corporate chain I stop, and decide to very politely tell him that one of his most loyal customers who will not hold it against him permanently had a terrible time, now that you mention it.
He asks questions. He probes deeper. Was the flavor right, even though the proportions were off? Yes. He has a look of genuine concern on his face. He makes me feel that he will look right into it. Though I’m not into being known at the place, I suspect that I am regular enough that he knows me a little. I ask for no resolution and he doesn’t offer anything.
(Now that I think of it, that’s almost odd—managers seem to comp things as a knee-jerk reaction these days. I think he just actually cared, and was really listening. Hmm.)
Cynical me says: I don’t think corporate drilled this into him, and I think the conversation was entirely dependent on the individual standing in front of me.
Experience Designer me says: Does that mean that corporate can’t engineer this? No.
Get right on it, Einstein’s (and you readers, too). Engineer your human interactions. Plan this part of the Experience. That doesn’t mean scripting behavior: It means scripting outcomes. It’s not the words your employees use, but the delight they are able to give to customers and prospects, that counts. Make sure every member of your team is empowered to make the customer’s day better than when they walked in the door (or clicked on your site, or called you…).
Did he look right into the great Panini debacle? It (almost) doesn’t matter. I know it was probably just a fluke. He made me feel he would, and that’s what left this customer feeling good after eating subpar food. Writing again, about my favorite bagel shop.
Whether you’re a one-(wo)man band, or managing hundreds, what does your company do to encourage awesome (human) Interactive Experience? How do you plan for delighted customers?
Grow and be well,
Kelly Erickson
*Einstein Bros., Marsh Road north of Wilmington, Delaware












28 March 2008, 7:21 am
Food providers seem to really be struggling to come up with employees who care, who think and who stay around long enough to make a difference.
The fact that he didn’t offer to comp and the fact he asked about taste versus proportion make me think he didn’t fully grasp the situation, because that’s not what I’d want him to ask if I were his mentor or if I had trained him.
Soda’s are bad for you anyway and watery toxic diet stuff is even worse, so go for the brewed tea or water from now on
28 March 2008, 1:48 pm
Mike,
Diet Coke addict. I don’t even try to do anything about it.
I hear you about employees staying around. Revolving door syndrome is a real curse.
Comping as a knee-jerk is annoying, if you (the customer) don’t suspect action will be taken. It was odd the other way around but actually I felt fine about it. I could pick at his phrasing, I suppose, but the interest was genuine, which is a wonderful thing to find.
The world needs more like that, and then they can be trained better for the nuances.
Always great to hear from you!
Regards,
Kelly
28 March 2008, 7:39 pm
I liked this post. I like life experience lessons very much. I have another example for your blog:
I drove to the city this week – downtown Montreal, merci beaucoup, home of crazy mo-fo drivers and no parking for miles. We’re talking SMACK downtown.
Country boy James (who used to be a city slicker) miraculously finds the only parking lot within miles – it’s dirty, dark, seedy…a and open.
And they’re packed. I mean, jam packed tighter than sardines and my Mazda Protege coupe is bigger than a breadbox.
“I’m from the country,” I tell the guy at the booth.
He gives me a blase look. “Go park. There.”
Um… how?
“No, seriously, I’m from the country, I have no idea what I’m doing and you have to help me,” I said. Then I laughed. “I feel like an idiot. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Do I pay you now? Later? Can you park for me?”
Well, that guy helped. He grinned, laughed, smirked and basically had a great time because of the white guy looking stupid. He took care of my car, told me to take as long as I liked, and gave me directions.
When I came back, he took one look at me, grinned, and said, “Hold on. I get your car for you.” He gave me more directions, laughed like a hyena when I told him that no, I couldn’t make a U turn through three lanes of city traffic, we joked together and actually spent 20 minutes chatting away. He even waved when I drove off.
Now that was service, just because he made me feel like a buddy and not a fool.
28 March 2008, 7:48 pm
James,
Exactly.
Number one reason customers never come back: You make them feel like an idiot.
The worst for me: Computer stores and auto parts places. I am a very intelligent person who has owned at least one of each for my entire adult life, yet folks in those places have to tear you down to feel big.
I love your parking lot guy: making you feel big, he gets to feel big too. That’s the way it ought to work. That’s good business and good karma. It doesn’t get any better!
Your being humble about it allowed him to treat you well, too. They get jerks all day in those places.
Until later,
Kelly