Truth be told, your cookies aren’t that great, Girl Scouts. If I look around the estate long enough, I’ll probably find the ones I bought last year — or was it the year before?
It’s a pity it’s come to this, but the if there’s a badge for learning the world is a creepy place, you all get one, Scouts.
It’s been awhile since a Girl Scout has knocked on our door to sell the cookies for way too much money, because we’ve reached the age where we don’t know any Girl Scouts anymore and the Scouts mostly aren’t selling to strangers anymore — it’s family, friends, and the people at work who get roped into buying them by a co-worker.
In many places, and apparently in my neighborhood, Girl Scouts don’t knock on doors of non-family, non-friends and on those occasions when they do and a man answers, he has to go sit out on the stoop in the cold to order. You can’t invite a little girl in out of the cold and it’s not like we don’t see you hiding around the corner of the garage, Mom.
The kids will probably still set up tables around stores, an effective way to sell a ton of cookies and earn a merit badge in “guilt.”