A few years ago, I stood in my kitchen happily making my lunch. As I made my way into the living room, I stopped suddenly, nearly dropping my entire lunch in the process. You see, I was forced to do a double-take as I came to our kitchen’s island. Amongst the rubble of junk mail and newspapers and magazines and one lone house key, something extraordinary caught my eye. Sitting upright, like a lone water fountain in a dry dessert, stood a box of chocolate-covered shortbread cookies.
And when I looked a little closer and saw the label on that box, I squealed out loud and said, “Oooh, wow! It’s Girl Scout cookies.” I knew they would come. I proceeded to snatch up the box, tuck it gently in my basket and continue on with my lunch. Now, I suppose I should remind you that no one else was home at the time to hear me shout my joy. I didn’t care, though. I squealed for joy the rest of the afternoon. That’s just the power that Girl Scout cookies have over me. What can I say?
Something tells me I’m not alone in my cookie worship. Although I was never a true cookie-selling, sash-wearing Girl Scout, I was always a bit jealous of the girls in my class who would walk around the school hawking their wares – you know, that magical packet full of all types of cookies, complete with color photos. I suspect the packet alone and one glimpse at those oversized photos could probably be enough to induce a diabetic coma. Something tells you to stay away from them – the cookies, I mean. Something deep inside tells you stay far, far away if you really want to save yourself. And yet at the same time, that’s exactly what makes those cookies so alluring and so darn irresistible. There is a very fine window of opportunity. These puppies – the cookies, I mean – only come around a couple times a year, and if you don’t strike while the iron is hot, you’ll be left crying yourself to sleep over your glass of milk and stale Oreos.
Sounds like a pretty sad existence, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’re like me, and want to be part of it all. Because, really, it’s not just about the cookies. Well, OK, it’s mostly about those crumbly delights, but the whole thing is sort of like those all-inclusive riverboat casino specials. It’s all about the experience and your personal taste. Some go for the Thin Mints. My mother is one of those people. Some go for the Peanut Butter Patties. I’m one of those people. I could easily eat my weight in those things. Literally.
And if you think ahead and buy enough boxes from those girls wearing the sashes, then you’ll have enough to get you through until your next fix. Any time you need them, those cookies will be there for you. I was always a bit disappointed in myself that I wasn’t a Girl Scout. I could have rocked that sash proudly. At least I can console my dashed childhood dreams with a box of Peanut Butter Patties.
Were you a Girl Scout? Did you rock the sash — and the cookies?
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