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pk10百度贴吧

� "Let me tell you how Wal-Mart came to have people greeters. Back in 1980, Mr. Walton and I wentinto a Wal-Mart in Crowley, Louisiana. The first thing we saw as we opened the door was this oldergentleman standing there. The man didn't know me, and he didn't see Sam, but he said, Hi! How are yaGlad you're here. If there's anything I can tell you about our store, just let me know.' � pk10百度贴吧 "Let me tell you how Wal-Mart came to have people greeters. Back in 1980, Mr. Walton and I wentinto a Wal-Mart in Crowley, Louisiana. The first thing we saw as we opened the door was this oldergentleman standing there. The man didn't know me, and he didn't see Sam, but he said, Hi! How are yaGlad you're here. If there's anything I can tell you about our store, just let me know.' Out in the parking lot, whole packs of Wal-Mart trucks rumble in and out all day. I get tremendouslyexcited going out to these centers, talking with our associates and drinking coffee with them and the truckdrivers. It's amazing to me how many ideas they always have for fine-tuning the system. If you get theidea that I'm awfully proud of what we've managed to do in distribution, you're right. When that sale was made I was on my way to Italy with my wife, paying a third visit there to my mother and brother. This was in 1857, and she had then given up her pen. It was the first year in which she had not written, and she expressed to me her delight that her labours should be at an end, and that mine should be beginning in the same field. In truth they had already been continued for a dozen years, but a man鈥檚 career will generally be held to date itself from the commencement of his success. On those foreign tours I always encountered adventures, which, as I look back upon them now, tempt me almost to write a little book of my long past Continental travels. On this occasion, as we made our way slowly through Switzerland and over the Alps, we encountered again and again a poor forlorn Englishman, who had no friend and no aptitude for travelling. He was always losing his way, and finding himself with no seat in the coaches and no bed at the inns. On one occasion I found him at Coire seated at 5 A. M. in the coupe of a diligence which was intended to start at noon for the Engadine, while it was his purpose to go over the Alps in another which was to leave at 5.30, and which was already crowded with passengers. 鈥淎h!鈥?he said, 鈥淚 am in time now, and nobody shall turn me out of this seat,鈥?alluding to former little misfortunes of which I had been a witness. When I explained to him his position, he was as one to whom life was too bitter to be borne. But he made his way into Italy, and encountered me again at the Pitti Palace in Florence. 鈥淐an you tell me something?鈥?he said to me in a whisper, having touched my shoulder. 鈥淭he people are so ill-natured I don鈥檛 like to ask them. Where is it they keep the Medical Venus?鈥?I sent him to the Uffizzi, but I fear he was disappointed. The Vendetta was at Civita Vecchia, from which port her skipper frequently bore down upon Rome, distracting Allegra from her critical studies in the picture-galleries, and from her work in her own studio, a light, airy room on the fourth floor, with a window looking over the Pincian Gardens. Captain Hulbert was a little inclined to resent Father Rodwell's frequent presence in the family circle, and his too accomplished guidance in the galleries. It was provoking to hear a man talk, with an almost Ruskinesque enthusiasm and critical appreciation, of pictures which made so faint an appeal to the seaman. Here and there John Hulbert could see the beauty and merit of a painting, and was really touched by the influence of supreme art; but of technical qualities he knew nothing, and could hardly distinguish one master from another, was as likely as not to take Titian for Veronese, or Tintoret for Titian. � He climbed quickly up the narrow chalky path, and at the top left it to tramp over the turf. Here he was on an eminence that commanded miles of open country, empty and yet brimful of this invasion of renewed life that combed through him like a swirl of sea-water through the thickets of subaqueous weed. His back was to the cup of hills round which Bracebridge clustered, and turning round he looked at it with a curious sense of detachment. There were the spires of the Cathedral, and hardly less prominent beside them the terra-cotta cupolas of the Stores. He wanted one as little as he wanted the other, and turned westwards, where the successive lines of downs stretched away like waves of a landless sea. Then he stopped again, for from a tussock of grass not fifty yards from him there shot up with throbbing throat and down-beating wings a solitary lark.{233} Somewhere in that tussock was the mate to whom it sang. � � � � "Let me tell you how Wal-Mart came to have people greeters. Back in 1980, Mr. Walton and I wentinto a Wal-Mart in Crowley, Louisiana. The first thing we saw as we opened the door was this oldergentleman standing there. The man didn't know me, and he didn't see Sam, but he said, Hi! How are yaGlad you're here. If there's anything I can tell you about our store, just let me know.' We didn't have systems. We didn't have ordering programs. We didn't have a basic merchandiseassortment. We certainly didn't have any sort of computers. In fact, when I look at it today, I realize thatso much of what we did in the beginning was really poorly done. But we managed to sell ourmerchandise as low as we possibly could, and that kept us right-side-up for the first ten yearsthat andconsistently improving our sales in these smaller markets by building up our relationship with thecustomers. The idea was simple: when customers thought of Wal-Mart, they should think of low pricesand satisfaction guaranteed. They could be pretty sure they wouldn't find it cheaper anywhere else, and ifthey didn't like it, they could bring it back.