Say What?
Yesterday, I called the dermatologist to set-up an appointment for my 10-year old son to have his moles checked. My red-haired, blue-eyed California boy is a prime candidate for melanoma, especially since his grandfather and I have both survived one.
The receptionist kept offering me morning appointments that would require plucking him out of school. I persisted in my request for an afternoon appointment.
"Late afternoon appointments are reserved for patients coming in for laser and botox," she cooly replied.
"Excuse me?!" I asked incredulously.
She repeated the policy.
So the convenience of working folks in search of vanity treatments trumps those of freckle-faced fifth graders who don't want to miss spelling tests.
In this situation, I was a mom on the phone. Yet I'm always a marketer at heart. At my company, Maternal Instinct, we believe that how a company treats mothers -- and anticipates their needs -- is the single greatest determining factor in their success with this market. (We call it the "What's Your Blanket?" phenomenon.)
Dr. K's office either doesn't know, or doesn't care. They may be in the business of erasing lines from foreheads, but they sure put one on mine.
Labels: customer service, mom marketing
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