Are You Happy To Sign Off On That?

I was in close proximity to a techie talking with a client.

Soft spoken, deliberate, measured speech.

The phone conversation focused on an issue one had which the other could aid.

There was a 'we could do this, we could do that' segment.

Just as the chat seemed to be in danger of going on a smite too long, after a lengthy contribution of the 'buyer', the question of this post's title emerged.

Then silence.

Broken, by an answer in the affirmative.

Soon, suggestions for where a future after-work get together could take place. At, for those familiar, the possibly oxymoronic statement, 'the best restaurant in Coventry'. Hopefully, there's been a culinary renaissance since my last sojourn. Perhaps in honour of Lady Godiva.

From a 'doer', not a 'seller', this was indeed heartwarming.

If you don't ask, you don't get. A simple mantra passed on among many a non-sales exposed room.

In this instance, it felt neither forced, manufactured nor desperate.

A natural staging post along a conversation aiming to investigate, and preferably resolve, something.

Not forgetting the immediate pause to follow.

A good 'close' is one greeted with agreement.

Yet here's an instance showing in part that possibly the worst is no closing question at all.

And we needn't get hung up about being fancy.