I had a girl scout (and her father) come by the house Sunday selling cookies. I had to scrounge change for $3.50 so I could purchase a box of thin mints, which lasted about 8 minutes after I opened them. I then got frustrated and jumped in the car to hit the ATM for more cash. Once I returned to the neighborhood I spent the next 15 minutes driving around looking for a little blonde girl pulling a wagon around so I could get another fix. I then realized what I was doing was a little creepy, and sad, so I admitted defeat and went back home to sulk.
The Boy Scouts never made me feel this way.