Knock, knock on the door.
I open the door to nothing..wait, momentarily I look down upon two pint sized little girls.* Before either says a word, I spy the color coded form.
"Yay! Girl Scout cookies!" says I. Taking the form in hand and looking up I see Dad on the sidewalk, smile, wave and say Hi.
Gotta have my Thin Mints.
Truth be known, I could do with out them. I like them just fine, but the calories won't do me any favors.
I remember trudging my neighborhood, pee wee baseball candy in a sack, door to door. This was in the sixties. I got an awful lot of "no thank you".
Because of that, I tend to be a soft mark for the local kids when fundraising time comes around. I don't even pretend to be otherwise anymore.
I'll probably vacuum up a few more boxes when delivery time rolls around. It's a sure bet there will be table set up in the vestibule of the local grocery. It's usually a minimum of two Mom's and three to four little girls.
"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?!!"
"I'll catch you on the way back out girls."
Twenty minutes later: "see, I told you I'd be back."
"Now, what do we have to choose from here?"
Frankly, the smiles and the "Thank You's" are better than the cookies. :)
* These two little ones had to be Brownies. They were just as cute as they could be.