I would have peed my pants, I was scared of anything larger than a toy poodle at that age. Very brave girl to actually stand her ground and sell those cookies!
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
tosses glitter for all!
I just calculated, and I think I sold Girl Scout cookies for at least ten years, if you count the years that I went along with my older sister when she was selling them. (She figured that people would be less able to resist buying from little cute kid who opened with, "Hi! We're thelling Girl Thcout Cookieth! Would you like to buy thome?") By the end of my time as a Girl Scout, it had pretty much gotten around to, "What? Cookie time again? Do I havta?"
and also Big Gay Pirates cereal.
Ye gods, how much do I wish the cereal really WERE named that?!?
A *lot,* that's how much.
And *why* am I watching Willy Wonka on cable yet again? Though it makes me think -- something seems mighty unsavory about all 4 grandparents in one bed together.
but what's Big Gay Pirate cereal?
It was some chocolatey concoction called "Pirates of the Carribean" cereal with a big picture of Johnny Depp on the front.
Hil, your sister was a marketing genius.
Gronk. I don't want to be working any more today.
It's not slutty if he shares his cookies.
Dude! That's what I'm saying. Besides, with twelve boxes he probably has one of each kind. That's a whole lotta temptation.
And *why* am I watching Willy Wonka on cable yet again?
It sucks me in every. damn. time. Good thing my tv isn't even on right now. I had to turn it off after Cutting Edge woke me up from my nap and forced me to watch the entire movie.
Back in the day I used to sell HUNDREDS of boxes each year.
When K-Bug was a brownie, I'd get her in her uniform, have her go around my office, and ta-da, she sold HUNDREDS. Then I had the pleasure (hah) of bringing in cases and cases to actually distribute them to my coworkers. So far none of the other coworker sprog have filled the void when K-Bug left the GS.
I had a goal - 150 boxes so I could get the t-shirt. If I had kept the damn things, I could probably sell them for a mint on eBay.
(heh heh - mint. heh heh heh)