When My AAA Rep Lied To Me I Had To Take Back My Business HD

http://thetowacademy.com/contact/ My AAA Field Rep, Richard, bathed in Aqua Velvet, had shifty eyes, and was as tall as he was round. When you’d ask him questions he would bob his head in all directions so you never knew if you were really getting through. When I told Richard he was a **** liar I had a damn good reason. Here’s why. Richard was demanding. When he insisted I participate in AAA’s battery program I did it. When he insisted I add a service truck to my fleet I did it. When he insisted that I dispatch digitally I did it. I did everything he asked because I was afraid that, if I didn’t do it, he would take away some of my territory. Then one day it happened. On many occasions Richard had assured me that my territory was safe. There was no need to sign-up any other companies, as long as I kept doing everything right. Then one day out of nowhere—He stabbed me in the back and did what he promised he wouldn’t do. And I was furious. Remember I’m taking this from a guy who just drives from towing company to towing company talking with service provides. He’s not a business owner, he’s an employee. He doesn’t know the hell I go through every day. He’s not running shit motor club calls for nothing. He doesn’t have to deal with low-ball competition. He’s not bidding on calls that pit tower against tower in a fight to the bottom. Yeah I’m talking about you Honk. He’s not the one who dropped over a million dollars for trucks and employees, taking out lines of credit and mortgaging his house, and draining his 401K. Who did all that? I DID! Who does that? YOU Do! Up to your eyeballs in debt just so you can take crap from this guy? Richard wore a diamond pinkie ring and each visit he would tap it on my desk while we talked. That ring was his reward from AAA for 25 years of faithful service. To get it he had to reach quotas and sign up new service providers every year. I called it his “Ring of Pain” because, to get it, he had to lie, cheat, steal and stab people in the back. He was in the business of crushing the souls and enthusiasm of hundreds of service providers. Men and women looking to live the American Dream, but instead they got the shaft. He would tap that thing on your desk while he looked down on you, treating you like dirt, and lying straight to your face. I lived under Richard’s thumb until the day I discovered how to become less dependent on the clubs and generate MY OWN cash calls. Letting the phone book company run my marketing never worked Paying towing.com to send me calls (and being listed on a website that no one knows about) - never worked Hiring a guy from India to build me a piece of crap $500 dollar website -never worked Generating MY OWN cash calls –THAT worked After making the decision to finally get out from under Richard’s thumb, in less than 1 year I went from less than 10% of my total sales coming from cash calls to more than 40% cash calls. And I went from chasing people and begging the shops for business (at bar