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In my “glamorous” life (yeah, right!) as a television publicist, I recently had lunch with a reporter whom I’d been wooing for weeks in hopes of their publication giving me some positive ink on an upcoming project. To impress this person, I suggested meeting at a swanky restaurant downtown. The lunch itself was fine, but the conversation was certainly dragging.
My style is not to give the hard sell the entire time, but to sprinkle my pitch with casual conversation to hopefully find a shared connection with the reporter. Either I was having an “off” day and was totally boring or this reporter was the least inquisitive person on the planet. I was never more thankful when our salads were quickly followed by our meals and the check discretely handed to me. This meeting, my pitch and potential coverage of my project was heading for a complete bust. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible and lick my publicity wounds back in my office. It was also clear that he wanted to make a fast get-away, as he kept checking his iPhone for any excuse to get away. However, like any good publicist, I wanted to give the reporter my business card.
I reached down into my purse to grab my business card holder and mistakenly grabbed this and placed it on the table instead:
Look into the purse of any mom with pre-schoolers and you’re likely to find cars, toys, dolls, lollypops, half-eaten candy, used tissues and wet wipes, among other things. I usually try to clean out my bag each week because otherwise my purse would weigh ten pounds! Apparently, I missed this one…..
I was totally embarrassed, but the reporter chuckled and asked, “How old is your son?” I told him he’s four and totally obsessed with fire trucks, monster trucks, and pretty much anything else that has wheels. He said his son was three and is just as obsessed and loves watching anything with cars or trucks on his iPad, which he sometimes has to wrestle away from his son for order to get work done! The entire tone of the lunch changed and instead of us rushing to get out of there, we sat at the table for another 30 minutes just talking about our kids and parenting in general. I turned him on to Mighty Machines, or what the Hubs and I jokingly refer to as “truck porn” for kids – 45 minutes of nothing but different kinds of trucks. Just enough time for mom or dad to finish up some leftover work, send out an emergency email, get dinner ready or put on a load of laundry! He gave me his “thumbs-up” review of the Children’s Museum of Manhattan which he had visited the prior weekend for the first time.
It was finally time to leave and as we shook hands goodbye, the reporter told me to email him more info on my upcoming project and he’d vet it out, but sounded like he’d be into doing something on it. SUCCESS!!
When I got home that night, I gave my son a kiss and told him that he had helped me at work today – and pulled out his fire department rescue vehicle. I don’t think he really understood what I was telling him, he was just happy to get his “favorite” toy back. Then I decided to forget about work for a while and got down on the floor with my son and daughter and played cars until the Hubs came home!
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