Girl scout cookies, they used to be better. Now, they kind of remind me of chalk. Leaving the grocery store, a girl scout hits me up.
“One box for $5 or 4 for $20.”
“You mean $5 per box no matter how many I buy?” I respond. If I am not here to give the girl scouts grief, who will?
“Yes,’” she says. I notice she is not smiling quite so nicely anymore.
“I’ll take two.” (Tag Alongs and Thin Mints if you must know.)
“Would you like to donate $1 to our troops overseas?”
Weird, I think. I did not even know that there were girl scout troops overseas. I am not a big fan of the post purchase pity shakedown.
So as a very lame attempt at humor, I say, “I do not believe in supporting the oversea [girl scout] troops.” No, I did not actually say girl scout.
The girl scout opens her mouth in shock. The mother behind who had smiled at my snarky five dollar comment now glares at me. I ponder what their problem is as I get into my car and drive away. Man alive, it is almost as if I had said that I did not support THE troops.
Oh. I see now. Mortified.
Not a cool thing to say to an eight year old who is trying to be patriotic. At this point, I would take the do over. However, I decide that driving back and explaining myself to the girl scout will only make things more awkward.
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