I was leaving a restaurant in Issaquah (about 20 minutes East of Seattle) and this sign caught my eye:
After a double take, I realized that, no, I hadn’t gone back to the 1950’s, and, yes, this sign was for real.
Oh, the images this conjures…
Honey, I’m home! I just got back from my 1 Man Office. Would you mind bringing me my smoking jacket? That’s swell, hon. Now, when will my dinner be ready?
Okay, it’s just a crusty old sign, but it’s a contact point. A contact point that’s not message responsible. How many prospective tenants have they alienated?
At least half, I’d guess.