It's that time of year again. Yes. Girl Scout Cookies are here. Every year our council of Girl Scouts has a skating party in order to get ready for the big event. That was last Saturday. Luckily we had no injuries this year and the girls are rarin' to go.
We sat at the grocery store for a couple of hours this afternoon trying to hawk those cookies. Some people were so excited to see them and others tried to run for the hills. I was loving the folks trying to skulk by unnoticed. I could see them looking out of the corners of their eyes for the best way to avoid all those cheerful little girls-it was impossible though because we had both exits covered. Once eye contact was made, one could feel the panic rising in the poor sap that only came to the grocery for a gallon of milk. "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies" says a sweet little voice. At that point the poor victims had no choice. They either had to be jerks and say NO or fork over $3.50 for some cookies. What a dilemma. One of them thought they could outsmart the little smarties by saying "No thank you Sweetie, I just bought 100 cases from my granddaughter". Then it turned ugly-"Who's your granddaughter?" asked a green-vested girl. The jig was up. Red-faced and flustered, that one bought some cookies.
The girls love selling cookies. I don't know why. You can see the gleam in their eyes every time they sell a box. So please, I beg you-buy at least one box of cookies from every Girl Scout you see. Thank You.