2013-05-13 / Columns


If you find a good dance partner, stick with ’em

Klonie JOrDAn Klonie JOrDAn You gotta stick with what works.

That’s a basic life strategy. You gotta – as they say – “dance with who brung ya.” And when you find an exceptional dancer, then you should stick with him or her.

And by “dancer,” I mean a person who excels at their profession.

For example, I’ve been going to the same place to have my oil changed for the past 20 or so years. I drive in there and a team of guys descend on my vehicle like ducks on a June bug. I don’t know what they do but there are wrenches flying, and doors opening, and hoods a popping and cans of stuff being opened and liquids being poured and before you can say, “see ya in 3,000 miles,” they are finished and I am on my way.

And if I may borrow a catch phrase from the PGA, “these guys are good.” And when they return to their original positions, I can drive out of there knowing that my vehicle is properly lubricated and fluids have been topped off and tire pressures checked and there is a happy feeling in my heart that can only come from a good can of 30-weight.

That’s what I mean by “sticking with what works.” This place works. It always has and I am predicting it always will. That’s why I keep going back.

Same way with my doctors. I go to the same ones as long as they take care of me and provide me with what I need to keep this finely tuned body and giant brain running efficiently. When I’m sick, I expect to be poked, prodded, examined, injected, analyzed and if need be, tenderized and sautéed, to a degree that will get me back on my feet in no time. And thus far my doctors have performed above and beyond the call of duty.

And while I’m at it, let me just say this … I have nothing but the highest respect for people who choose to make a career in the medical profession. Whatever they are getting paid … it’s not enough as far as I am concerned.

Being loyal to an oil change place, or a hardware store, or a doctor is becoming a lost tradition in this intense dog-eat-dog world of competition for consumer dollars these days. Many of those consumers are looking for a better way, or a better machine when they might already have the best way or the best machine already right there with them.

I present to you as another case in point the iPhone.

Apple has perfected the smart phone. That, of course, is just my opinion and to each his own brand, I reckon. I love gadgets and will usually run out and get the latest one.

But I haven’t had to do that with my cell phone because the iPhone is as good as it gets. It is the perfect smart phone, the supreme cellular device, it transcends the essence of mobile communication.

I am loyal to the iPhone. And it’s not because I’m an “Apple-head.” I don’t have an iMac or an iPad. But I do have the aforementioned smart phone made by those folks and I also have an Apple TV. I have them because they work for me. And I stick with what works.

Which brings me to my mechanic.

Part of sticking with what works is trusting the person in charge of the service or product provided. That’s why I keep going back to the same oil change place. It’s because I trust those guys and believe they know what they’re doing.

Ditto with my mechanic.

When I’m having trouble with my vehicle, I take it to him. I believe he will find and fix whatever is wrong. He won’t misdiagnose the problem and he won’t overcharge me. He is as trustworthy as the day is long and as good a mechanic as has ever owned a ratchet set. I can take my vehicle there, leave it and know it is in the capable hands of a wonderful person.

I love that feeling. It’s a good thing to be able to put a face … and not only a face, but also a personality … with the person with whom you are doing business. That’s something that is become rarer and rarer as we move toward giant franchises and mega-stores and online purchases.

So let’s see … I’ve got an oil change guy, doctor guys, an iPhone guy (sort of, it’s an electronic device but it’s sort of like a guy; OK, more like a girl because Siri is, after all, a woman’s voice … isn’t it?) and a mechanic guy.

Now if I could just find someone who could fix my golf game. I can’t hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle anymore.

Thanks to everybody for dropping in to see me today and Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there. We could never say thank you enough for all you do.

I wish for y’all God’s blessings.


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