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That’s Girl Scout cookies to my friends down under (Canada), and I have three boxes of them in my office as I type.
$144CAN and it’s not like the old days where the troop doles cookies out after little girls bring in their order forms, collecting payment upon delivery.
As a fund-raising method, it leaves a troop wide open to douche-baggery.
Nope, the girls front cash for the cookies up front. Three boxes is the minimum buy in, so woe is the family without friends, relations and who aren’t in good stead with at least the neighbors who live in closest proximity.
And then, it’s door to door. Desperate Facebook status pleas and hawking them at work when all else fails.
Well, actually, total failure means looking up recipes for orphan cookies in the Internet and force feeding them to your family, hoping that the sodium and trans fat aren’t really as bad as all those news reports keep saying.
How hard can it be to get rid of 36 boxes of minty chocolate incredibly bad you-ness goodness? I mean really. People eat nearly anything even now with doom up the yin-yang long-term health prophecies warning them off.
This was not quite the learning experience I envisioned for Dee’s first ever scout meeting, but I knew about the cookies going in. I can’t claim ignorance and the cookies are here. Just off to the left of my peripheral vision, so I must deal.
And wheeler deal I will.
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