Last week I was recalling a story that not many people in my
area can share. You see, there is this police officer who is known for being
cold, intimidating, some might say gruff. Most folks view law enforcement this way, but in our town, it simply is not the case. We
have some of the friendliest and most helpful police officers in the area with a
high level of integrity.
Many years ago, my husband and I used to ride along with police, taking photos of the men and women who protect our
community. I typically rode with the funny and sweet ones, always avoiding
this one officer: Desmond. He was tall,
with a strong jaw, sharp eyes, and you could see his strength underneath his
pressed blues and bullet proof vest. He never acknowledged my presence, seemed to look down at me (well, he IS 6’4”
and I’m 5’2” so that was easy enough), but I didn't feel welcome in his
presence.
One night my husband and I walked into the police
department, and only three officers were working. Rick and one officer headed out the door for an urgent call, the sergeant was doing paper work, and that left me,
alone, with this giant gruff of a man. He looked at me, sighed, and said “let’s go.”
I could feel the tenseness of my intrusion as he moved his
bags from the passenger seat to the trunk. And for the first thirty minutes or
so, we didn’t say one word to each other. I just knew it was going to be a long awkward night!
He fiddled with the radio and turned to a station that played popular music and
asked “Do you like that music?” I replied with a chipper “Yes!” thinking, now
we have something in common. He gruffly responded, “Great. You like the same crap
my wife likes” and then switched the channel.
I felt defeated. How was I going to make it through the
night! I thought maybe I could call Rick in a couple of hours to switch cars. As the clock ticked on, Desmond
began to talk a little bit but only after I prodded him with questions like “How
long have you been married? How many kids? Etc. Etc.” He humored me with his
short answers.
A little later into the shift, Desmond thought it would be a
good idea to take a break and have a sandwich at the local deli. He mentioned that I was like his wife in that I'm nice, bubbly, and sweet;
and then he added that he wasn’t nice or sweet. Not even a split second after
he said it, out of my unstoppable mouth came the words I immediately regretted,
“Why do you think you are that way?”
Silence.
He looked up from his sandwich and into my eyes. I thought “Oh, crap. I am about to be beat up by a cop in public!” I retreated in my seat and
wished I could take the question back!
Desmond softly replied “I don’t know why. I need to
think about that.” He shrugged with acknowledgement and took a bite of his
sandwich.
Apparently, that was all that was needed for us to become buddies.
Every time we saw each other after that, he would smile and open his arms wide
and hug me. We tease each other every time we meet. Aside from his family and close friends, I think I am the only one
in town who knows this side of him. I admire him for his career choice and how much
he loves his family. And I am thankful he let me in to see his second layer, the softer, sweet side.
How does this relate to business? Oh, you already know the
answer to that. When you meet someone who is gruff or surly, don’t brush them
off. Look for that second layer, or let it happen serendipitously as it was in my
case. Ask questions to determine their needs and learn who they really are so you can
provide the best for them. Don’t let their sour attitude sway you. Just
be yourself and success will follow!
Alicia White is the CEO of Back of the Room Productions, home of the Speakers Briefcase™, Authors Briefcase™, and The Speaklet™ and North America's first Back of the Room Branding and Marketing Materials Provider. Copyright 2012.
Alicia White is the CEO of Back of the Room Productions, home of the Speakers Briefcase™, Authors Briefcase™, and The Speaklet™ and North America's first Back of the Room Branding and Marketing Materials Provider. Copyright 2012.