A few months ago, I was upstairs changing the wee one and the SJC was downstairs. Someone knocked on the door. I yelled down for him to answer it, but he's told me before he doesn't feel comfortable answering the door or the phone because it's not his house. I dig it, so I didn't press the issue. Whoever it was didn't knock again and I looked out the window to see a little girl running across the street and knocking on the next house.
Naturally, she was a Girl Scout. I did a few calculations and realized that holy cats, it was Girl Scout Cookie season.
I came downstairs with some choice words for the SJC. However, I went easy on him, because he doesn't know about Girl Scout Cookies yet as this being his first turn in the US. Mom came up the cellar stairs as I was explaining the many wonders of the Thin Mint and she said, 'A Girl Scout came by?' And took it upon herself to fling open the front door and sing out, 'Ooooh GIIIIIRL Scooooouuut!!' The kid came back to our house with the order sheet.
I furiously scribbled down our order. Yes, we'll have two boxes of Thin Mints and two boxes of Caramel Delights. Tag-Alongs are pretty good, but I wanted to share this treasure with the SJC, so we got cookies we'd both like (but let's face it, cookies that mostly I like.) The cookies are now $4 a box. WTF, inflation!? They were $2.50 or something in my day! I digress.
By the way, math was never my strong point.
About a week later, the SJC asked me where the cookies were. And oh, how I laughed. Girl Scout Cookies are probably the only thing that can teach this instant gratification generation to hold their horses. (In short, good things come to those who wait.)
About a month ago, the cookies finally arrived. I wasn't here to greet them, but the SJC and my Dad were, and they answered the door. I'm told it was slightly chaotic because EK was zipping around and it was her nap time. Dad gave the kid $20 and told her to keep the change.
The cookies were gone in a matter of weeks.
Four or five days ago, there was another knock on the door. It was the Girl Scout herself. This time, the SJC answered and she told him that because we overpaid, she brought us another box of cookies. He thanked her and she went along her way.
I was impressed that she was honest and thoughtful and then I saw the box.
She gave us a box of f*€king Trefoils. I now know that this devious 3rd grader has it out for us. She is probably giving us a middle finger for not answering the door the first time she knocked. You little devil! Well you know what, kid? I was a Girl Scout too, back in the day. I've seen Juliette Gordon Low's house in Savannah. I have a shit ton of badges and I could school you on the Girl Scout Law. You're just 8 years old or something. And you're not that great.
But Goddamn, if you're not honest. Being a Girl Scout has taught you many things. Well played, kid. Well played.