When you can walk outside without a (light) jacket, you know it’s time.<\/p>\n
It’s the time to head to supermarkets because little girls are afraid of foreboding old-looking apartment buildings. Or because I live in the Mission where almost everyone is never home.<\/p>\n
I found my thin mints. The last box. Melted and all stuck together. At the local Raley’s. But I gladly paid $3.50 for them. Then we went to Safeway and found a troop closing up. We sat in the car while they delivered it to us drive-in style.<\/p>\n
When I was a girl scout, I am not sure if I learned many lessons<\/a>. I can recall giving the order sheets to my parents. And they would come back with many orders from their coworkers. I would ask my neighbors. But would they buy them out of guilt? It was $3.00 then. So were they willing to give a small donation for cookies they really didn’t want? Or did they really buy it for the sweet award? Regardless, I don’t think I ever sold the most cookies in my troop\u00e2\u20ac\u201djust shooting for average.<\/p>\n I rarely ever go to a store to buy cookies. Perhaps once or twice a year usually for a party. But I make an exception for Girl Scouts. It is the sweetness of innocence. And besides, the feeling of being satisfying sick from eating a whole box of cookies is enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When you can walk outside without a (light) jacket, you know it’s time. It’s the time to head to supermarkets because little girls are afraid of foreboding old-looking apartment buildings. Or because I live in the Mission where almost everyone … Continue reading