This morning I went to the flea market and ran into a coven of girl scouts selling cookies.
I listened to the spiel, pulled a ten dollar bill out of my pocket and gave it to them. I explained that I did not want any cookies and that it was a donation. That concept threw them all into a panic as to what they should do. The idea of extra money was going to throw off the accounting for the cash box. One rather shady young girl scout thought they should put in an extra fifty cents and that would make up the price of three boxes of cookies, then they could eat those three boxes and everything would be fine! The cookie mom finally stepped in and took control of the money, peace was restored. Next time I will just take my cookies and move along!
As a side note, when I started buying girl scout cookies they cost fifty cents a box and now they are up to $3.50 per box. It seems like a lot but, truth be told it was harder for me to come up with the fifty cents years ago than it is to come up with the $3.50 so I guess the girl scouts and I are making progress.
Those old girl scout cookies were no where near as fattening as these modern ones seem to be.