Choice – always not enough, or simply too much. Wherever you look there are thousands of books to choose from, dozens of configurations in the PC you buy, so many different products lining the supermarket shelves that you either can’t find anything, or get so particular in your ’settings’ that life becomes about the detail.
I do feel however, that this situation is of course more about companies creating opportunities for themselves rather than customers demanding it. Who in their right mind needs some of the things we can purchase today – the snuggie, wedgie-proof underwear, juice with Fish Oil (… just eat fish!) – they’re all out there. And yet, what is it that makes you really happy? A simple meal with real food, a good book about a human story, seeing something as old and real as the Pyramids. When we’re buying we’re in a retail environment and hence we’re being swindled.
Its not new and yet we fall for it. (Living in Singapore now, I’ve been exposed to the national sport of shopping, so my retail senses are heightened).
This leads me to the idea of bundling. The video above from the film L.A. Story shows even in the faddish 90s how ordering coffee become a degree-qualified act. Being in Starbucks recently I found myself very slowly running through 6 words in a deliberate, clear voice to ensure I understood what I was ordering let alone the overly chirpy staff member could simply shout it again towards the coffee machine crew (no ticketing system to make sure? mental).
I the next day went to another similar chain, where there were some very friendly (and calm) people. I got a smile, a coffee, a bagel and the (most excellent) Financial Times newspaper for about $6.50. A bargain.
Even better, I got the same thing again the next morning, as my loyalty behaviour kicked in.
But then, the day after that, I went to the smaller, more unique shop next door.
A handcrafted design and style, with a some more ‘alternative’ staff and ambience, and I got a simple coffee. For $4.
Which I liked. More than any other here in Singapore.
So much so that the bundle became insignificant. The core product worked and I liked it. It didnt matter what puffery and magic it came with – the coffee was good.
Their core product was good, and if I wanted more, I could have asked for it. But I didn’t need it.
My needs, as they say in the biz, were met. Not necessarily exceeded, but thats fine. It was just a coffee.
And it wasn’t a decaf half-caf with a twist of lemon.

