Well, one day in January, right after snow had blanketed the neighborhood, there was a knock on our door and there were two girls that I have never seen before selling Girl Scout cookies. Dressed in their uniforms and shivering from the col, I asked where they were from. They told me the name of their town which is one that is towns away and about ten miles. Then I noticed their mother in a caravan out in the road. She was driving them around.
I asked if I pay now or later. They said now. Since cookies are $4.00 a box, I bought five to make a total of $20. I doubted they had change. I asked when I would see the cookies. They said the end of February.
Well, guess what? We are now in the middle of March, and still no cookies. I look on my porch every night, hoping to see a bag of cookies. Have we been had? Did they take the money and run off? They got my name and address, I should have gotten theirs. It makes me weary of buying from the Girl Scouts again. And what values is that mother teaching her daughters? I think I will go back to buying cookies from the Girls Scouts that sit outside of Wal-Mart. At least, I can enjoy them right away.