March 6, 2014
As many of you probably know, this is girl scout cookie season. The young ladies are in the process of delivering cookies to your house as we speak or as soon as school lets out if you don't live in Kentucky. Once this is accomplished they will set up their posts at your local grocery store to sell off the remaining cookies. Beth once received some very helpful advice from a grocery store cashier to help with running the gauntlet between the exit doors and our car, "Don't look them in the eye." Too sweet are these girls.
We bought a couple boxes from the young lady who lives across the street from us. She came to deliver them on Sunday. She and her little sister handed us our boxes and Beth asked how much we owed. The scout said that she thought we already paid. Even though she is 40 years our junior, we figured her memory of such things was probably more reliable than ours. However, 5 minutes later there was a knock on our door by the two youngsters saying we were correct and we did still owe money for the cookies. I'm guessing that we had already paid but their cookie pimp told them that if we weren't sure to hit us up again. We are exactly the type of demographic (aka old people) who fall for phone scams and send money to George in Jamaica to help collect his lottery winnings.
Next comes the purpose for this story. The younger sister was quite adorable. However, it turns out that she was the goon of the duo. I like to play with minds of the kids that come to our door asking for money, but she was prepared. When they asked for the money this time and I said no, the little one looked at me and said, "GIVE ME MONEY!" Beth and I have walked around the house all week holding our hand out to the other and saying, "Give me money." Beth is so cute when she does it that I am almost broke.
So watch for the cookie monsters in your area and be prepared for the same kind of strong arm tactics we were subjected to. If you live in Texas, I'm guessing shotguns are involved.
Steve, insulting Texas and Kentucky since 2014.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there is a sleeve of do-si-dos with my name on it. Don't mind if I do-si-do.