Kakar wrote:
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.
The Boy Scouts never made me feel this way.
They would tell you that you should have been better prepared.