
Walking into Walmart this morning to pick up my meds, I was accosted, not by a panhandler or some poor schmuck with a sob story, but by a cute eight-year-old girl selling Girl Scout cookies. She wouldn’t take no for an answer and “had” all the answers. This little waif, hands on her hips and a defiant gleam in her eye, actually blocked my entrance into the Walmart. Standing in front of me like a little David about to punch Goliath, she meant business. I couldn’t bump her out of the way, so I was forced to engage her. It was all a grand scheme. Standing behind a table stacked with boxes of cookies were four Mama Bears, arms crossed, foot tapping, just waiting for me to decline. They all had that ” Just try to get out of this one” look on their face.
” I don’t have any money,” I pleaded.
” We take credit and debit cards,” she chirps. When did this start? Does every kid have a credit card machine in their backpack?
” I’m diabetic and could have a seizure,” I add.
“No problem mister, we have sugar and gluten-free,” she sneers.
I’m trapped. Twenty adults are staring at me as if I am a criminal. I hand her my Visa card, and she rings up five boxes of cookies and a twenty percent tip to boot. I take my cookies and walk to my car, fearing they will grab me again on the way out. I’ll be having cookies for supper.
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Your a kind soul. 🙂
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I do like their cookies, so it turned out well in the end. Those kids are tough.
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I remember with some horror the year my wife was the neighborhood GS cookie chairperson. We had thousands of boxes of diabetic poison stacked in the garage. All day long these little green-clad girls came by to pick up a load and use all their charm to sell the cookies to nice people like you.
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The little gals will someday be a CEO of something. I love their cookies.
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They are relentless…..and we have the boxes in our pantry to prove it. That’s just our granddaughter I’m talking about! Where there’s one, there’s always more! 😂
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We like their cookies, so I’m only half whining about it. Momo would buy a whole case if I didn’t restrain her.
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Same here. Those Samoas are insidiously delicious!
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This is precisely why I’m not allowed to go to Wal-Mart without my wife.
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I’m usually not either, this was a rare occurrence.
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I get that at yard sales when their kids are making lemonade and cookies…you are pretty much trapped.
That little girl sounds like the next democrat presidential nominee…
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Ima telling you, Max, she was a tough little wrangler. Of course all the mama’s giving me the evil eye didn’t help.
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There are worse things to eat for dinner. 🙂 I tried to get out of the cookie deal once by telling my niece I gave up sugar and couldn’t/wouldn’t eat them. Well, don’t you know, they have a wonderful program where they donate cookies to food banks and other worthy organizations. <sigh> I bought seven boxes.
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My sister sold them too, so they have always been in my diet.
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My approach is this. I ask how much a box. I round-up to the next dollar and give them cash and TAKE NO COOKIES. This dumbfounds them and I slip away.
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hahaha; hugely enjoyable:) a sprightly tale: you tell it well:)
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Thank you, John. I will confess, I love those darn cookies.
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