Relationship Marketing as Illustrated by Mike the Vegas Scam Artist
05/04/08 | 3 comments
First, the end of the story:
On my recent trip to Las Vegas, I, “Mr. actually reads the fine print before signing anything,” pulled out $30 from my wallet and handed it willingly to a guy on the street. And no, he didn’t slip me a baggie of white powder in exchange. In fact, he didn’t give me anything. How did it happen?
Relationship marketing. Thanks for reading.
Oh, you want details? OK, let’s go back to the beginning.
I was standing in line for the Duce (a double-decker bus that runs up and down the strip) when the old guy in front of me struck up a conversation. Given the location and his unsavory attire, I kept my initial answers short and tried to avoid eye contact. “Where are you from?” “How long are you in town?” “First time in Vegas?” My “he’s about to ask you for money” alarm was blaring like a fog horn.
And then mentioned that he was from Boston and headed home that night.
Hearing that put me at ease. I figured if he was a fellow tourist that I could probably let my guard down. So, I did - a little. We grumbled together about the wait for the bus. We talked about our games of choice (his was sports betting – and he lost about 5K this trip) and where we were staying. He told me about how he’d been coming here for 30 years and about the old Vegas.
Then, about 5 minutes into the conversation, he asked if I wanted some comped show tickets that he wasn’t going to be able to use. The scamometer started rising again. However, I sure as heck didn’t want to blow potential tickets to Blue Man Group and David Copperfield – so I played along. He was very insistent that if he gave them to me that I wouldn’t let them go to waste. I told him I would definitely go see those shows for free.
It was a done deal. He said he’d give them to me. I still wasn’t holding my breath, but I couldn’t help but imagine that there was a very slight chance that I had hit the jackpot just for being in the right place at the right time.
Our small talk continued. We talked about some of the new casinos on the strip. I asked him what he did back in Boston. (“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. My brother is the biggest bookie in Boston. I work for him.”) We talked about the recent performance of the Cubs and White Sox.
The bus finally came.
As we rode along, he asked me where I was getting off. I told him I was out wandering, so I’d just follow him back to the Bellagio to get the tickets transferred to my name. He said he had already checked out and wasn’t going all the way back there. So, we got off together in front of the Mirage, and he said he’d just call and take care of it.
My fading skepticism kicked back in – secretly of course. He asked to use my cell phone, but instead of dialing himself - just gave me the number. I dialed, and in an attempt to debunk the scam – put the phone to my ear instead of handing it over right away.
“Bellagio. This is Mary. How can I help you?”
Whoa. It was them! A little surprised (and a little excited that it could all be legit), I handed him the phone.
“Hi. Can you transfer me to John Nicks on the floor?”
“John, it’s me - Mike.”
“Not good at all. I busted. It’s okay though, I’ll be back in a few months.”
“No, I’m done. I already checked out. You can close me out.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, can I have those show tickets transferred to someone else?”
“I want to split them – one and one to Blue Man Group and Copperfield for tomorrow and Thursday night.”
“R-A-U-C-H (he looked to me for guidance at this part). David”
“OK.”
“Yeah, I feel like Santa Clause. Haha.”
“OK. Photo ID and pickup by 5:00.”
“Uh-huh.”
“OK. Thanks. I’ll see you in a few months.”
“Alright. Bye.”
After hanging up, he told me the show times and rows that I’d be sitting in. He told me how important it was that I picked up the tickets by 5:00 the next day.
At this point, he had me. I mean, he hadn’t asked for anything – so why wouldn’t it be real? I thanked him a few times as we continued walking. He continued to downplay it saying he had seen the shows many times and wasn’t able to use the tickets anyway. “It’s no big deal. If you couldn’t use them, wouldn’t you give them away?”
And, just as I was starting to explain how my wife would be jealous of me seeing Blue Man Group without her – it happened.
“Hey, I’m kind of embarrassed to ask, but I busted everything at the sports book today. Think you could spot me a little cash for a cab to the airport?”
The “I just scored $300 in free show tickets” bubble popped.
My mind raced as I tried to figure out how to get out of the situation. I had just chatted it up with this guy for the last 25 minutes. He supposedly just gave me multiple hundreds of dollars worth of show tickets. Did I have the guts to tell him no? What if…what if the tickets were real? If I walked away without helping him I could kiss them goodbye.
I stalled by asking questions cleverly designed to trip him up. I offered to walk back to Bellagio with him. I asked where his luggage was. He had a story for everything – and I couldn’t quite get him to stumble.
So, I admitted my skepticism. “Mike,” I said “I’ve been waiting this whole time for you to ask me for money. The fact that you just did makes me skeptical. Don’t take it personal, it’s just my nature.”
He countered by telling me A) not to be so skeptical, B) he had just given, not sold, me the show tickets, and C) if it was a problem that I didn’t have to worry about it - he’d get it somewhere else.
Ugh, the guilt trip. We strolled on as I thought though my options. Before long I had decided; I was just going to give it to him. After all, I rationalized, I was up $150 at the tables and there still was a slight chance he was telling the truth. And, assuming this was a scam – he earned it.
So, I gave him $30 (for a cab and a pack of cigarettes). We talked a few more minutes about where I should go check out next – and then said goodbye. I returned to the tables and he continued his apparent hunt for someone in the area that owed him money.
Deep down I knew it was a scam, but I couldn’t help but checking the show times online when I returned to my room. Sure enough, one of the start times he told me was wrong. Just to be sure though, I decided to try to claim the tickets the next day. I wasn’t about to walk to the Bellagio to do it in person - so I called the box office. Surprise….nothing.
So what’s the lesson here?
Despite being a lying sack of %@#, Mike’s sales tactic was perfect. He engaged me in conversation and talked about things I was interested in. He invested time in the relationship. He gave me something (supposedly) for free. And, he did it all before asking for anything in return. Then, when the time came, I just handed over my money.
I think we can all take a page out of his book. Not the “focus on dumb tourists and watch the money roll in” page, but the importance of building relationships with prospects and customers. Sometimes you have to give a little up front (non-existent show tickets not recommended) on good faith. People love to do business with people and companies they know, and a solid relationship can often trump a low price or a slightly superior product.
So there it is. Once again, my mistake has become free advice for you. Want to thank me? I’ve always wanted to go see the Blue Man Group…
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