two boxes

April 29, 2003 &bull uncategorized

“Sorry, but we’ve already bought some.” That was my mantra three months ago. I don’t remember this happening outside grocery stores in North Dakota or Minnesota, but in California it seems to be the norm. All dressed up in their berets and pine green sashes, making you feel guilty as hell. “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” It was getting to the point where I would purposely turn to my wife and whip up some fake chit-chat just to avoid having to turn down the hundreds of Girl Scout cookie peddlers we would run across on every trip to the grocery store. This was, of course, until we got our meager two-box delivery, which my wife bought from someone at church. We got the booty on Sunday; it was gone on Tuesday. I’m about 30 seconds away from hopping in our car and trying to track down a damn Brownie so I can buy about forty boxes of peanut butter patties.

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