Monday, February 07, 2005 · posted at 6:33 AM
Just say no and other taglines. Let me introduce you to the wonderful world of social power and persuasion. Common techniques include:

Foot-in-the-door: Making an initial small request that no one would refuse in order to pave the way for a larger request.

Door-in-the-face: Making an initial exaggerated demand then a smaller more reasonable demand in order to elicit reciprocal concession (“I gave in, now you give in” negotiations).

Scarcity: Making something appear scarce and unavailable in order to increase its attractiveness.

That's-not-all: Throwing in an extra benefit in order to tip the scale or seem like a favor.

Deadline: Use of “limited time only” strategy to rush the decision-maker.

Lowball: After an agreement is reached, one party reveals additional conditions such as hidden fees.

These techniques are common for a reason – they work. How do I know they work? Because I fell for every one of them this weekend.

My roommate and I decided to brave Little India without our Gudrati roommate in search of a lengha to wear to a traditional Hindu wedding. If you've ever been in the Tijuana shops without speaking a lick of Spanish, you might relate.

After going to a few shops and being (1) ignored, (2) shadowed like a teenager in an accessory store, and (3) forced politely look at tens of dresses we had no interest in because we were gorahs, we went to a little shop just off the main boulevard where we were schooled in salesmanship.

Foot-in-the-door: You try on.

Door-in-the-face: That one is $250. Okay for you I give good price. $200.

Scarcity: That pattern is very unique. The work is very different from everything else you see.

That's-not-all: Okay, okay I give you alterations included in the price.

Deadline:Why you need to think? You think and then you come back and it not here anymore. We take you to the bank right now.

And perhaps the worst of all...

Lowball: How do you do your eyebrows? You still pluck? I thread for you. So I sit down, get some witch hazel swabbed across my face and there go my eyebrows in a fury of white thread (pulled through the woman's fingers and teeth!!). She gestures to smack my mouth together, I comply, and I feel my upper lip being ripped off. Wait a minute I didn't sign up for a de-moustachifying! Once the blinding pain subsides, all I see is an outstretched palm awaiting my 5-turned-8-dollar fee.

So now I'm the somewhat-proud-owner of two half-eyebrows, a smooth lip and a $185 orange dress that I will probably wear only once in my life. Excuse me, is it 1999 and my prom again?

And though my roommate managed to finagle two more Jacksons off her bill, I take comfort in the fact that from the looks of the Z3 the owners are driving, I'm not the first one to be taken in by their craft. And hopefully you won't be the next...

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