girl scout cookies

Attacked by the Girl Scouts!

So I head off to the local store for the bi-weekly trek for milk and bananas only to be attacked to purchase some Girl Scout cookies. Three things come to mind….


A)   Only in America do Brownies sell Cookies

Ironic I know – It sounds like a form of food slavery.  Cannibalism & human trafficking come to mind


B)   Why is it the kids don’t really do the attacking I mean selling?

Let’s be real a moment. Selling Girl Scout cookies has become like kids doing their own science projects. The parents do all the work and the kids get the credit.

We are such a competitive society we have forgotten the dual purpose of the event. Raise money for the troops, but to also teach selling skills & increase confidence for our girls. Now it is about raising the most money, making their kids look the best (visions of moms and tiaras). It is more about what the parent can do vs the child.

Think about it, who is selling the cookies at your place of work? The parents.

When I pulled up to the store, I think there were 3 – 4 adults for each kid. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

The kids were talking off to the side, while the parents sat around the table attacking the folks that walked inside.


C)    Isn’t this a form of harassment?

Why must they block the entrance to both door ways? Personally I think they have figured out that if we spot them, we will dash around the cars quickly, hop the speed bump and dive for the door that is not manned. Why not hedge their bets and block both? Darn them! They have figured us out.

Why attack on the way in? Now a person has to get 2 carts. One for the 15 boxes of cookies they were guilted into and one for the groceries they plan to buy. Now they must sheepishly look at the cashier to explain they aren’t trying to steal anything, it really is a box of Thin Mints from outside.

And don’t try and make me feel guilty when I don’t buy any. It’s not going to work. It’s not like they are raising money to feed the hungry. Although, if they had a blind, will work for food, starving banjo playing girl scout out there, I might feel a tinge of guilt when I try and sneak pass by hiding on the other side of the person pushing a cart.


Well, you get the point. This time of year is hazardous for us. Just when we thought were safe from the bell ringing Santas out come the little squirts of multi-badges.

So before you get out of your car, scope out the entrances and plan out your escape route. Otherwise you just might find yourself the proud owner of 50 boxes of Tagalongs – Peanut Butter Patties.


~~~till we laugh again~~~