There is a dive shop within about a mile of where I live. I'd pass it every so often, but I always thought of diving as something expensive and dangerous that I'd love to try but probably never would get around to doing. Then one day, I found myself with some extra time and a bit of an adventurous twinge, so I stopped in.
As I drove around the little building (parking is behind the store), I felt *so* out of place. I felt like I didn't know whether I was even allowed to go in there, and I was dropping in with *zero* intent to buy anything. I was just curious after all those years of passing by. Anyway, I worked up the courage, parked the car, and went inside.
Wouldn't you know it, I was immediately accosted by a very nice person. They asked if I was a diver, and I answered that no, I wasn't. I told them that there was no way I could afford to get into diving any time soon, but that I'd always been curious about it and just wanted to look at what was in there. They didn't even try to talk me into diving, but merely accepted me as an interested non-diver, chatted with me about diving and the gear they had there, and answered any questions I could come up with. When I asked, they even let me alone to take in all the sights. The only "marketing" they did was just to cheerfully ask me to remember the shop is there when I finally got around to diving. [They *know*, I'm telling you!]
I bought nothing, and I used their time and effort to do it. I almost felt bad that they were that good to me when I'd openly told them that they could not make anything off me then or in the foreseeable future. After I left, I soon forgot all about diving; I still thought it was far too expensive to ever really do.
Well, obviously, one day I did end up getting around to it. (Actually, J.'s dad bought his whole family the class, and there was no way in Neptune's oceans I would let her get around to it without me. Money has no chance to stop you when you have less than 48 hours from getting around to it to the class starting, eh?) Anyway, the first night of the course, I showed up at the dive shop, and then I remembered everything that happened ages ago. They were still every bit as nice and polite and helpful as they had been, and I was happy that theirs was the shop we were training through.
Since then, I have spent *many* dollars at the shop (far and away more than that first non-purchasing visit cost them), and I have even had friends certify through them. They don't even have a problem with a large amount of my gear coming from elsewhere (they don't carry DSS or Jet fins or that clearance drysuit I picked up online). They know that I'll spend money with them, too, and that being good people goes quite far toward having more people funnel in.
We have another shop in town, too. I've been in there several times, but I always feel unwelcome. Every time I go in there to try to find something I've been told that they just had some the other day but they sold the last one. That would make me a little suspicious after the third time or so, but it always feels as if I'm supposed to think that's the wrong gear to be wanting to buy, anyway. I keep trying to like them, but it's just not working for me.
When my brother finally gets around to taking a class, I'll have to send him to both shops to see how they treat him. It'd be an interesting experiment to see whether it's all just me, or whether one is better than the other. (Actually, it'd also be interesting to have a certified diver "move here from out of town" to see how they each treat someone who already has all the gear and likely won't be as high a profit center as a new diver.) Anyway...