Damn Girl Scouts
I’m innocently walking out of the grocery store when I’m accosted by three hoodlums in green outfits.
“Hey, lady, ya wanna buy some cookies?”
Like a miniture crack dealer. Shady little character. She holds a box of Thin Mints out with a scrawny little arm, shaking the box enticingly. I look left, then right. No witnesses. I slide over to the table.
“How much?”
“Only $3.50.”
“$3.50! I remember when they were two dollars a box!” I complain, handing over a $20 dollar bill. The girl grabs the cash, looking down at the money while mumbling out of the side of her mouth.
“$2.00. Sheesh, you’re old, lady.” With that, she handed me my change and put on a bright white smile.
“Thank you so much for supporting our Girl Scout Troop!”
And just that quickly, I have blown my diet. We all have our addictions.
March 17th, 2006 at 1:06 pm
Sure she wasn’t smoking or trying to pimp the brownies working with her?
~Jef
March 19th, 2006 at 11:38 am
I’d be more than willing to help you out by taking possession of your thin mint cookies. That way, you can’t blow your diet if I have them.
March 21st, 2006 at 5:53 am
Ahhh, the dreaded cookie season. Who can resist their shiny scrubbed little faces hopefully offering up boxes of sugar and artificial flavors?
I lose every time, darn it.
DARN IT DARN IT DARN IT!