Yes, I am aware that the Girl Scout cookie-selling season has long gone by. But because of the whole Lent and giving up sweets thing, I couldn't eat them when they first came to my door months ago.
Doorbell rings. I go to answer it.
Girl Scout: Hi, here are the cookies you ordered.
Me: Oh, thank you! (Secretly I thought, sweets! sugar! SWEETS!)
I take the cookies and start to shut the door.
Girl Scout: Umm...you still have to pay for those.
Me: Oh, ok. (What? You bring these things to my door and now I have to pay to get them?)
That was a lame story. Back on track, after Easter I was finally able to dig in. I had my first Caramel Delight ever and loved it- I had always been afraid of the coconut. It's not my favorite food, but it turned out to taste pretty good with everything else. I'm still a huge thin mint fan, though.
I know I made fun of the Girl Scout in the above mini-story, but I really have nothing against them. I too was one of the little girls that rang door and said, "Hi, I'm a first grader from Pierce Elementary. Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" Door to door, person to person I went. I was not one of those kids who handed the order form to my parents to take to work. I had tried, but they handed it back and said, "You have to do this yourself" (by myself doesn't mean make me go out by myself- they came along, for all of you out there concerned about my youthful safety). Needless to say, it was a tough task.
Doorbell rings. I go to answer it.
Girl Scout: Hi, here are the cookies you ordered.
Me: Oh, thank you! (Secretly I thought, sweets! sugar! SWEETS!)
I take the cookies and start to shut the door.
Girl Scout: Umm...you still have to pay for those.
Me: Oh, ok. (What? You bring these things to my door and now I have to pay to get them?)
That was a lame story. Back on track, after Easter I was finally able to dig in. I had my first Caramel Delight ever and loved it- I had always been afraid of the coconut. It's not my favorite food, but it turned out to taste pretty good with everything else. I'm still a huge thin mint fan, though.
I know I made fun of the Girl Scout in the above mini-story, but I really have nothing against them. I too was one of the little girls that rang door and said, "Hi, I'm a first grader from Pierce Elementary. Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" Door to door, person to person I went. I was not one of those kids who handed the order form to my parents to take to work. I had tried, but they handed it back and said, "You have to do this yourself" (by myself doesn't mean make me go out by myself- they came along, for all of you out there concerned about my youthful safety). Needless to say, it was a tough task.
Be nice to the Girl Scouts. Buy a box. If you think that just because you don't answer the door when they ring the doorbell they will think you aren't there, you're fooling yourself. I always knew. I could hear the tv blaring, the attempted-quiet footsteps. And what's up with saying, "No, I don't want to buy a box of your cookies"? Would it kill you to give up $4 to a cute little kid (well, I'm assuming most that most small children are cute)? I remember the people that didn't come to the door and the ones that said no. One of the families that never bought from me actually had their little girl come to our door, asking if we wanted to buy some Girl Scout cookies. We did, but I watched the parents out the window, hoping they were ashamed of themselves.
Moral of the story? Be a nice person. Buy one box from the girls. You might even find that the cookies taste pretty good.
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