It's Girl Scout Cookie Time. What Will You Be Eatting This Season?

[DapperButch]

Originally Posted by theoddz

I remember being a Brownie.

~Theo~

I remember being a Brownie too, in the third grade. I hated it. When we crosed the bridge to "fly up" to Girl Scouts at end of the year, they suggested to my mother that I not join (Thank God!). I believe they said I was "too rough". I think they were just ticked off because I insisted on making a boy spoon doll instead of a girl spoon doll like everyone else.

Originally Posted by turasultana

In order to be a team player and get along in the corporate world I was forced to order cookies from not one but two coworkers.

somehow i requested Tagalogs, samoas, thin mints, do si dos and lemon creme

the lemon creme and samoas came first and lasted 2 days with great restraint. the rest should come shortly. I'm sure those won't make it home from the office either. (sorry stray. :>)

At the last place I worked they had one main order sheet for the employees and then the list was split among the parents who had Girl Scouts at home. That worked really well.

This year I got the cookies the regular old door to door way!

[MsDemeanor]

Originally Posted by DapperButch

At the last place I worked they had one main order sheet for the employees and then the list was split among the parents who had Girl Scouts at home. That worked really well.

I like that idea. When I was a kid, I went door to door taking orders and then delivering cookies.

Around here, the parents that work with the troops just order a bunch of cookies and then set up and sell in front of the local stores. In SF, they'd set up tables in the Financial District so that we could buy them on the way to BART or the bus. I don't think that the kids get much out of this, though, as the parents are doing all of the work and the kids just stand there. They even give the kids cheat sheets so that they don't have to bother figuring out how much to charge for more than one box! On the other hand, these hyper-protective parents heads would probably explode at the notion of their over-pampered little darlings having to knock on neighborhood doors. I'm sure that this isn't the case everywhere; I live in fairly affluent area full of over-indulged children.