Not My Finest Hour

Every Friday night we have ” Family Movie Night”.  We go to the local Family Video and pick up something we all can watch.  This Friday I was especially excited to go.  Last week I had bought a box of those ” crack like” Girl Scout Cookies and I was now fresh out.

This Friday we decided to go out to dinner with my mom and then pick the movie up afterwards.  As we drive past the video store I catch a glimpse of a man in a brightly colored vest with a sign saying “Get Your Girl Scout Cookies Here”.  Sweet!  So we have a nice dinner and then back to my moms for a little glass of wine.  All the time I am looking at my watch and hoping that those little girls are still there with their goods. Finally at almost 8 we get to the store.

As we walk up I see that the little girls, their mom, and man in the brightly colored vest are leaving.  Table put away and cookies too!  I asked “Will you guys be back here tomorrow?”  The mom tells me that another troop would be there.  I then go into the sad face and “awwwh” and then a description of how I seen the guy with the sign earlier and was praying they would still be there.  I was prepared to use the kids too (like look how skinny this one is…Clint).  So either the mom felt bad enough for me or just wanted me to go away but she said “what do you need?”  Like we were in a back alley making a drug deal or something.  I gave her my order. The look on those little girls faces was priceless.  No there wasn’t excitement it was dread like “lady we r f-ing freezing, we’ve been here since school let out and we just want to go home.”  In my head I was thinking  just Do Si Do yourselves back to your car and get my “stuff”.  And they did.

In the end everyone got what they wanted.  I got my cookies, the girls will get their “I Sold Cookies To A Mentally Disturbed Lady” merit badge and the boys got their movie.  Everyone’s happy.  So here’s to you Troop 1420 because no glass of $5.99 Sutter Home wine goes down better than with a box of sweet peanutbutter cookies.  I salute you!

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5 Responses to “Not My Finest Hour”

  1. Kate Says:

    I love you Jennie!!!!

  2. Leasha Says:

    Me, too, Jennie, but don’t stop writing in facebook, please!!!!

  3. anna n Says:

    I love it! Thanks for the laugh…

  4. sraikh Says:

    I am selling cookies as well. Booth sales are next week. I am hoping to meet a mentally disturbed lady as well.

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